Etched

Chapter 33

Jenna's POV:

"Its nothing really, I'm fine," he said. I glared at him, while my hands wrapped the gauze around his wound while I felt his gaze burning in my head.

"Don't tell me you're fine, I can see the blood" I said in a bland tone making him sigh.

"A bit nostalgic, don't you think?" he murmured. He was referencing to our first meet and it surprised me that he remembered. I didn't let him show and just nodded.

Standing up, I dodged past the broken items reaching for the dresser where I placed the first aid kit.

Turning around, my eyes scanned the floor and I shook my head at the mess. So... this happened.

As I looked at Gabriel, I saw him gauging my reaction and he was rubbing the back of his neck. I stared at him blankly and was about to turn towards the door when I saw him raising his good arm that was clutching the towel.

I raised my brow at him, he was testing the waters with me. His hair were dripping from the shower he'd just taken and he wanted me to dry them. This loon.

"From what I collect, your other hand is working absolutely fine" he smirked at me as he dropped the towel on the bed pretending as though his other hand was hurt too.

"Not anymore" I narrowed my eyes at him and I could've refused but the slight puppy look I was able to see got me as I walked closer to his sitting form and patted his hair dry rubbing the terry between his dark tresses. I was so tempted to ask him about the recent discovery of the catastrophe in his room but I refrained.

I stayed silent ignoring the swarming wave of questionnaire fill up inside me, begging to be spilled. I focused on his hair and kept myself from glancing at his face which was tilted upwards.

I felt his muscular arms snaking around my waist, tugging me closer, halting my actions. His green eyes gazing at me from between the floppy wet hair on the forehead. "You know I can sense when you're brimming with questions to ask" he said in a low and husky voice. I raked my fingers through his damp locks making him close his eyes and hum in approval.

"Ahan, then tell me what do you think it is that I want to ask?" I spoke seeing his eyes open lazily as they studied me before he tightened his grip around me, making me clutch his shoulders at the sudden pull.

He gently caught ahold of my hand and directed it towards his hair making me thread my fingers through them again. His soft green eyes were beguiling and in their leafy hue.

"What is all this, angry bird?" he said gesturing to the items gracing the floor. I bit back my smile seeing him say the words I had a hard time keeping in. I looked down trying to keep him from viewing the pleased look on my face but he already caught on it.

"Be careful with who you call angry bird, only I am allowed to say that but now that you've asked. Mind answering?" he chuckled at me and shook his head making my eyes widen. Sneak.

"Oh alright" I said, removing my hands from his hair and trying to loosen his hold on me making him groan as he turned me around in his arms, making me tumble on the bed where he hovered over me. He took me off guard.

My breath got caught at his action as he held my arms beside my head, giving a quick peck to my lips. My mind was reeling beyond depiction and it had me on a high or was it from the brownies I'd eaten.

I pretended indifference even though it was next to impossible for me with the way his smoldering gaze was scraping me and his misty scent had me in a daze. At this point I should be used to him yet as always his proximity is still as unnerving as it'd always been.