Gabriel collected the rose petals from the mattress and put them over the glass table. As he stood straight, he heard the clicking of the washroom door and turned his gaze there.
Amelie stepped out of the washroom in the nightdress while crossing her arms around her chest, her long hair cascaded down on her chest and back.
Gabriel swallowed the lump formed in his throat, his eyes changing into the deeper shade of violet as they never detached from her face.
Amelie was biting her lower lip while walking forward, her eyes flickering with anticipation, her heart racing wildly against her chest.
"You can use the washroom if you want," Amelie murmured, her feet halted slowly as she looked at the soft rug beneath her.
Gabriel approached in front of her in nanosecond and held her chin gently so that their gazes would meet.