Chapter 239 Pxl 8

• 8
• Mara.
• The morning after is supposed to be soft, gentle, all tangled sheets and lazy kisses, but nothing about us is normal. I wake up to the light leaking through a cracked curtain, slanting gold across Gabriel’s narrow bed. The room smells like sex and rain, humid and alive. I stretch, arms over my head, and roll onto my side, watching Gabriel sleep. For a second I just study him, the stubble on his jaw, the crease between his eyebrows, the way his mouth is relaxed now that he isn’t worrying.