Chapter 8: CHAPTER EIGHT

Gabriel was unusually quiet on the way home. Something was off. I set my books down on the coffee table, then walked over and straddled his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. "What's wrong?" Gabriel snapped out of his daze, his hands instinctively tightening around my waist. His gaze drifted down to my neck, his pupils dilating slightly. A flush crept up his ears. "Elisabeth..." His voice was low, strained. "If you don’t get off me, I won’t be able to control myself. You...