Chapter 11

“That was…”

Aitor found Gabriel’s discarded boxers on the floor and wiped his hand. “It was.”

He kissed Gabriel again, softly, then rested his head on a big shoulder, asking without words for a cuddle, given to him without reservation.

* * * *

Aitor woke up the next morning to a moving and talking pillow. It took him a few seconds to realize he rested with his head on Gabriel’s chest. It felt weird hearing Gabriel talk while also feeling the reverberations through the ear pressed to his body. He caressed Gabriel’s belly, letting him now he was awake, and the man rewarded him with a hand traveling all the way down his back, making him shiver.

“Yes, bring her over. We’ll go to—What do you mean my car’s not outside?”

Aitor felt Gabriel’s heart rate elevate. Then Gabriel sat up so quickly, he didn’t give Aitor time to adjust, and his head bounced against the mattress.