Look at Who I Am Properly

There was no bathrobe that fit her in the house so the one she was wearing was his and it was a little loose, eventually slipping off her shoulders.

He could still smell the milky fragrance of the shower gel from her body while the refreshing minty smell of shampoo wafted off her hair. The blood in his body continued to boil.

He wanted to suppress it with all his might, but the woman in front of him was not helping at all.

Serenity raised a hand and placed it on his shoulder. Her smile was enchanting. She chuckled lightly and it lingered in his ears.

"I see the desire in your eyes."

Gabriel didn't need her to remind him that his eyes were filled with unconcealed desire.

He held her chin and made her look into his eyes. His voice was hoarse and blurry. "Do you know who I am?"

"Jones… President Jones…" She stuttered his name with a voice as soft as feather, brushing across the bottom of his heart without warning.