Blair's pov
A loud knock on the door prompted me out of the bathroom in just my towel. I paid no regard to how poorly it covered me and furiously headed straight for the door.
"Of course only you, Sin--" I gasped at the sight of him, immediately regretting my decision to walk to the door in my threadbare towel that I had used for years.
"Gabriel!" I blurted, still frozen in front of the door.
His lips were parted, his hair was left freely to caress his cheeks at intervals, and everything about him was so heavenly that I took my time to admire it, carefully gripping to the towel and my chest firmly.
He cleared his throat, and reality thundered back to me.
"May I come in, Miss Blair?" He asked, and my brows furrowed. Why would he want to come in after seeing a woman like this? Or did he not regard me as a woman?
I asked no one in particular.
"Sure," I replied.