something more borderline than obsession

“what of the guy that had her in his room, what is his name?."

“Trevor, sir."

“Can you get me any more information about him?." Gabriel asked.

“Of course sir. "

Then there was silence, I heard Gabriel's footsteps coming towards me. I panicked, with the information he already knew, he would be angry at me all over again and I wanted his happiness, just that.

I laid back down, pulled the comforter very clean around me and if it was newly ironed and I turned my back to him and faced the other side.

I heard him stop at the door, I felt his all consuming presence. I knew how to lay as if I was still asleep, nobody would ever suspect I was awake. I knew how to lay dead, I knew how to play unconscious.... All these things I had learned on set.

“Cristela, I know you're awake."

I sighed.

“At least I made an effort." I mumbled after a while and I sat down again.

He was in linen pants and soft green T-shirt. His hair was tousled, as if he just stepped out of the shower but it was dry. On his fac