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he looks so defenseless and small on that bed, but more so as the detective overlooking the murder case interrogated her a little after waking up. I wanted to safeguard her from this, to break his jaw when he insinuated wrongdoing for not calling it in right away, but Gabriella handled herself perfectly. So prettily.
She knew her limits and rights and made it known, especially when handing over the security password where two motion sensor cameras captured the event. Iāll also be looking at the footage later while she rests in my home, because thatās where sheāll sleep tonight.
Under my roof. My care.
Iām not letting her out of my sight. Not today. Not tomorrow.
Iām a firm believer in fate, and itās led me to her. This is a predestined path we all must follow, and my admiration for her work has led to an infatuation with the little beauty thatās been building for years. Her paintings are an extension of that inherent mouthiness that makes her all the more attractive.
I like her blushing tendencies.
I like her sassy responses.
Sheās naturally stunning and without pretentiousness; what you see is what you get. Itās there in her expressive eyes and body language. Thereās no need to guess with her, and thatās more than refreshing. Itās so fucking sexy.
āAm I crazy?ā she whispers while asleep and I chuckle, taking in the slow rise and fall of her chest. How her eyelids flutter and goose bumps spread down her arms. So, little Gabriella naturally talks in her sleep? Adorable. āFeels like it. Everything is out of my control.ā
āYouāre not,ā I answer even though the question wasnāt for meāwho knows whatās going on in her dreamlike state, but if she can hear me, my hope is that I bring her comfort. Taking a hold of her hand, I slowly bring it to my lips and place a kiss over each knuckle. āI promise.ā
āBut these dreams and the voiceāā
āDreams are just dreams, sweetheart. Nothing is wrong with you.ā My lips are against her skin, loving the softness of her hand. How delicate and small it is in my own. āYouāre perfect as is. Always have been.ā
Soft footfalls make a squeaking sound the closer to the room they get, and I turn to look at the door a second before the on-call attending peeks his head in. Heās on the younger side and with wandering eyes that sweep across her face a little longer than whatās appropriate and he knows it.
The asshole smirks to himself and walks in, but stops when he notices me. Blue eyes widen and a tan complexion becomes a bit pale; he backs down faster than he blinks.
āIām sorry. I didnāt know anyone wasāā
āWhen will she be discharged?ā I interrupt his meaningless apology. Iām not a man of useless words or platitudes; I say only what I mean, and nothing less. Anything else is a waste of time. He stares at me but doesnāt speak for a few minutes and my patience is running thin, too thin to play this game. āAnswer me.ā
The man swallows hard, nodding fast. āAs soon as she wakes up. Her vitals are stable, and other than exhaustion, Miss Moore is fine.ā Dr. Frausu, as his name tag reads, hasnāt bothered to look at the machines monitoring her or the notes left behind by the nurse an hour ago. My jaw ticks and the hand not holding hers clenches, nails digging into my palm. āIāll have the paperwork ready for whenever she wakes up. Does that work?ā
āYou do that.ā Thereās a slight jerk to her hand and her breathing has changed. My eyes flick to her, and I notice the faster rise and fall of her chest. Sheās alert. And yet Gabriellaās playing asleep to listen in. Bad girl.
āOf course, sir. I just need to checkāā
āGet out.ā The words come out on a low growl, and I notice him flinch from the corner of my eye. Heās also looking at the floor. āSend the nurse to check her as your incompetence isnāt welcomed in this room. Understood?ā
āIām her docāā
My head snaps in his direction, eyes narrowed. āI donāt like to repeat myself. Understood?ā
āYes.ā He nods before I finish and then scurries off before I can acknowledge his response. Pathetic.
āThat was mean.ā A low chuckle greets my ears, and I tilt my head in her direction while watching the door close. āAnd here I thought you were harmless.ā
āSo is pretending to be asleep in order to spy on the conversation, Miss Moore.ā
āWhich sin is worse?ā she asks while I turn to face her, my body leaning closer.
āThe one where you doubt my abilities to protect you at all costs.ā My words cause her to blush, and yet I also notice I ruffled some feathers. Sheās glaring while biting that damn bottom lip I yearn to lick. āSomething on your mind, Gabriella?ā
She scoffs, a challenging brow raised. āHow is it rude when the conversation is about me?ā
I donāt miss her avoidance and mimic the action. āEasy.ā
āIām waiting.ā
āI know.ā Keeping my eyes on hers, I get just close enough to make her gasp. For goose bumps to rise across her soft skin while I bite back a grin. āItās rude because itās beneath you. Itās rude because Iāll never hide anything from you, Gabriella. Ask me, and Iāll always answer.ā
āTrust isnāt freely given by me. Nor does this make sense.ā A red curl has gotten loose from her messy updo, and I push it back behind her ear with a single finger. She shivers. Shakes a little. āWe donāt know each other, and this makes no sense.ā
I nod at her low response. āWe donāt, and it does.ā
āHow so?ā
āBecause sometimes life places a gift in your path that youād be an idiot to ignore. Because thereās something between us, more than this sudden attraction, that I wonāt ignore.ā
āAnd Iām that gift?ā
āYou are more than that.ā
āThis is my home,ā I say after entering my penthouse apartment in the Belltown area a few hours later. Sheās been discharged into my care, per the nurseās request to be monitored and a bit of negotiating on my behalf. She doesnāt know me well enough yet, and I was more than accommodating in sending a message to the detective working the case via her phone and mine explaining where Gabriella is and the why.
Elise also knows, but not by our doing. Sheād found us leaving the hospitalāwere almost inside my carāwhen her false best-friend-instincts arose, and she tried to take Gabriella with her. Not that the blonde idiot cared or wanted to help, something the beauty beside me knows, but more to prevent this.
Miss Moore in my home. Close to me.
āCome on, Gabby,ā Elise says with the fakest smile on her face, her hand reaching out toward the stiff woman beside me. āLet me get you home and settled in so Theodore can return to his busy day. Iām sure he doesnāt have time to babysit you.ā
āHow did you know we were here, Miss Scott?ā
Her eyes flicker to mine, batting her lashes before attempting to seem concerned. Lies. A motherfucking lie. āDidnāt Gabriella tell you she called me? She said she needed a ride home and I came down right away.ā
āIs that so?ā
āAsk her yourself, Theodore. Right, Gabby?ā Both sets of eyes turn toward the quiet woman beside me who promptly rolls her eyes at Elise while holding her hand out silently for my car keys. We are but a few steps from it, almost within reach if you lean over enough, and I hand them over without a second thought. āGabriella! We spoke about this and have an agreement.ā
Thereās a hidden meaning behind those words, a tinge of a threat, but my girlās response is to unlock the door and get in, closing it with a bit more force than necessary, but the answer is in her actions. She wasnāt going anywhere with her. Not that I wouldāve allowed it either.
Gabriella couldāve left, couldāve let Elise manipulate her, but I was proud of her for not saying a single word. Moreover, Iām expecting her so-called friendās call. Because after our brunch fiasco, Iāve done my own bit of research and know more than she wantsāwhat is beneficial to her.
āAnd you live here alone?ā Gabriella asks out of nowhere and I bite back a smile. What she doesnāt ask outright is if Iām dating anyone.