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Diavolo Ch 08

Date: 8/20/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

full of hurt and disappointment. “Mike has his hands full with Erica and her condition. Ariel is a manic depressive, drunk most of the day, asleep the rest. Rafe? I don’t want Rafe here with his shit. Who does that leave? My eighty-nine-year-old grandmother? No way am I making her have to tend to me. She’s done enough for me. Sharmane takes care of her. Diamond?” Abigail winced. Oh-God, not that woman! Gabriel snorted humorlessly, “Yeah-no.” He stared at her through the mirror until he turned away, head down. “Yeah, Abs. I get it. You need to get on with your life. Don’t worry about me. I can get through this alone.” He made his way slowly toward the door, his right crutch catching with the throw rug in the middle of the stark white bathroom. After a bit of a wobble, he continued slowly, head down, just tearing her up inside with guilt at the sorry picture he presented. Before she could stop herself, she darted in front of him. Half-shuttered green eyes bore into hers, his face blank, black hair tumbling in loose waves around his face. Her tongue froze, her eyes drifting down over his naked upper torso. Tattoos decorated his pecs and arms. A tribal sun in sharp black ink circled his belly button, set within the rock hard six-pack of his abdomen. His heat called to her. She felt herself swaying forward, a fuzzy memory of touching and tasting most of that glorious male flesh tantalizing her. He licked his lips and turned his head away a bit, eyes focused on the white tiled ... floor. “I…” she began. “I guess I can stay and care for you until you get better.” His gaze slid back to her, face still adorably pouty. “I’ll be fine alone. Mike can sneak by every once and a while. As long as someone leaves some water and crackers nearby, definitely a lamp on. If I need to go take a piss I can always crawl outside and aim for the edge of the dock. Hopefully I won’t fall in.” She frowned at him, despite her alarm at his words. “Oh, Gabriel. Stop being so dramatic.” When he refocused on the tile again with a soulful sigh, she couldn’t help reach up and stroke back his thick hair. It only spilled forward again over his muscular shoulders. He needed her. He’d been wrong to trick her into living in his house and fill her bank account with money, but the bottom line was he really needed someone to stay with him. He could hire a full time nurse, but then he’d run the risk of his privacy being invaded. The person might tell someone and before anyone knew, there’d be a horde of fans swarming the house. “I’ll stay, Gabriel.” He looked at her again. “Abigail, are you not still my girlfriend?” She blinked at him. Somehow, she’d never really thought he’d been serious. He’d said twice now he loved her, but they barely knew each other. Didn’t they? “Are you?” he whispered. “I…I thought it was just pretend.” He came closer, looming over her. She blinked up at him, eyes wide. The black in his pupils almost swallowed the green of his eyes. "I’m not pretending.” “Oh,” she replied ...