on your hands and knees

I opened my eyes, for some reason I was warm, too warm. I looked down to see Gabriel's head on my chest and his hands were wrapped around me tightly, there was no escape.

The more I tried to wiggle out of him, the more his hold tightened and his head shot up. For a moment, I was scared because of the cold and dead look he gave me, but, he smiled it led to that his beautiful signature laugh.

“Going somewhere?." He asked and he laid back down on my chest as if he didn't just stare at me like I was a serial killer.

“Bathroom." I told him and he grumbled something like a spoilt child before he rolled off and let me pass.

“You know, if you want to make sure I'm still in bed when you wake up, you can just strap me to the bed with chains and handcuffs, your hands are like steel."

It was not a lie or flattery. Chains and handcuffs would be better, I stretched my body and felt tension in the place his hands had held me.

“I'll keep it in mind." He said in a voice that stirred something deep. I