I can't do this anymore, Chloe

Chloe

“Good morning.” A husky rumble echoed behind me, its potency making the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand straight.

Startled, I turned around only for my eyes to meet the most mouthwatering sight I could imagine.

There, in the middle of my spacious kitchen, stood Gabriel Miller. The man who spent the night in my bed. Again.

His hair was disheveled, and his white dress shirt was half unbuttoned and hanging loosely from his broad shoulders. And those irresistible grey skies shone with a spark I failed to recognize.

“Good morning.” I returned the same way, forgetting about the bacon sizzling in the pan.

Gabriel shifted his weight from one leg to the other before pulling his hand through his hair, setting a few escaped strands in place.

“I…” he said before focusing on something behind me. “It’ll burn.”

I blinked in confusion, not understanding what he was talking about, but then the smokey smell of burning meat reached my nostrils, and I rushed to turn off the stove and pull t