Chapter 69: The Wine Glass
Diane's fingers hovered over the edge of the table, staring at the grainy hospital footage of Richard.
The beep of his heart monitor was stuck in her head, even though the sound wasn't there.
The sight of him hooked up to those machines made something tighten in her chest.
Gabriel exhaled behind her, smoothly, casually, he decided to speak. "You look tense."
Diane didn't answer.
She was too busy forcing herself to stay still, to not react to the way he leaned in.
The warmth of his body pressed against her back, utterly consuming.
Then—his hands.
Large, warm, slowly.
They slid around her waist, pulling her back against him.
Diane tensed immediately. "Gabriel—"
"Shh," he murmured, lips brushed the shell of her ear. "You're always so stiff. So guarded."
She bristled. "And you never know when to stop."