Noelle wasn’t sore, but as she moved around the kitchen making lunch she was definitely aware of the way her body had been used. It was a bizarre feeling, like she was made of plasticine that had been stretched out of shape and re-moulded to something that approximated her body. She still couldn’t quite believe what she’d let happen to her, but worse was that she didn’t know how she felt about it. Gabriel had overwhelmed her from the moment they met. His charm, generosity and wickedness had blown away her reservations about his damaged soul, and she realised now that she was in very real danger of falling for him and falling hard. There was a tiny, yet hard to ignore, part of her that was secretly pleased she’d had something to give him that was her first. She tried to imagine a lifetime of allowing him to expand her sexual experiences and it was nowhere near as scary a concept as it should have been. “What are you thinking?” He asked, perching on the stool by the breakfast bar, watching her make salad.
