Do you know what you've done to me?

Chloe

“Gabriel?” surprised to see the object of my every waking thought materialize in front of me, I opened the door widely and stepped towards him, only to have my senses engulfed in a strong smell of alcohol that surrounded him like a cloud. “Are you drunk?” I couldn’t help but ask as if I needed confirmation of his obvious state.

Memories of the first time we met flooded my mind, and I flinched internally.

“Not enough.” Gabriel’s answer was loud and clear, and it didn’t hide his displeasure. “It seems that no matter how much I drink, I can’t stop thinking about you.” The accusation in his voice startled me, and I stepped back inside, stunned by what he said.

My ears must’ve been malfunctioning because what I heard could not be correct. I must’ve imagined it.

I made one more step backwards, with my ears drumming with the sound of my rapidly beating heart. But it wasn’t caused by fear, no. I wasn’t scared of Gabriel; I could never be scared of him. Excitement and waking desire pushe