Amelie was left breathless, her chest rising and falling as her skin tingled from Gabriel's touch. Yet he didn't pull away, nor did she want him to.
One of his hands slowly trailed down from her cheek to her thigh, caressing it with a tenderness that made her shiver.
He leaned in closer, pressing a soft kiss to her skin before nuzzling his nose gently against her.
"You should see yourself in the mirror right now," Gabriel whispered, a small, teasing smile curving his lips. "You look absolutely adorable."
Before she could respond, he gripped her thighs firmly and lifted her into his arms.
"Put me down. I can walk upstairs," Amelie said softly.
"Don't you like being carried like this?" Gabriel read the nerves in her eyes.
"I do, but–" her words cut off her words as Gabriel began walking out of the kitchen.