Page 81 of Breaking Hollywood

And, holy crap, we kissed!

The memory slams into me, and a big goofy grin appears on my mouth.

I bury my face into the pillow, and I get a strong whiff of Gabe.

When I woke up last night to the feel of his hand touching my face, I thought I was dreaming. Until I opened my eyes and looked at him.

And then I asked him to kiss me. I can’t believe I was so bold!

But then he did, and oh my God…

It was everything and more than I’d thought it would be.

And I’ve thought a lot about Gabe kissing me. Especially since I’ve been living here with him. Well, I’ve thought about more than just kissing.

Let’s just say, my fingers have been busy in bed since I moved in here.

Gabe is an incredible kisser. I’ve never been kissed so thoroughly and with so much passion as he kissed me.

I’ve never felt more wanted.

Not even by Jeremy.

Jeremy is nothing compared to Gabe.

They’re not even comparable.

Gabe is amazing. A jerk at times, but that’s part of the charm. I like everything about him, including his assholish ways.

Actually, I more than like him. And I want him so very badly.

I was gutted that he stopped us last night before we could go any further, but I understood completely. The last thing I want to do is cause his foot any more damage than I already have.

I can wait to sleep with him.

If he wants to, that is.

But, if going by the boner he was sporting last night while kissing me, then I’d say he wants to.

Pushing the covers back, I climb out of his bed. Gucci lifts her head.

“Come on, girl. Toilet time.”

She jumps off Gabe’s bed and follows me out into the living room.

Gabe’s out on the terrace.

My heart jumps at the sight of him, sitting on a chair, smoking a cigarette.

Gucci trots on ahead of me, out onto the terrace.

Gabe turns his head at the sound of her. Then, he glances up at me when I walk out onto the terrace. But he barely looks at me before he moves his eyes away and takes another drag of his cigarette.

But what I did see on his face makes my stomach feel hollow.

He regrets kissing me last night.

My eyes move, and I see a glass filled with clear liquid on the table. I’d like to think it’s water, but something tells me it’s not.