I never slept as well when Gabriel was gone. What didn’t make sense was the panic I felt knowing he should be lying next to me and wasn’t.I told myself I was being irrational and to just go back to sleep, but I wouldn’t be able to rest until I knew where he was and that he was safe. It was pathetic. I sat up to go look for him and froze at the sight before me. I’d never seen someone look so beautiful.Gabriel stood with his back to me gazing out the floor to ceiling window at the city far below him. He wore no shirt and his silk pants hung low on his hips. His shoulders were broader than I realized, his skin was perfect, and the moonlight was doing its best to cast shadows in just such a way that accentuated every muscle in his tall, lean body.In spite of all that, my eyes were drawn to the tattoos on his back that I hadn’t known were there. A series of elegant symbols flowed gracefully down his spine between his shoulder blades, inked in all black to contrast with his olive skin.Never has anything made me want to touch something so badly as those drawings made me want to run my fingers over Gabriel’s back.
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