Olivia’s POV
Gabriel smiles before kissing my lips, the notion so tender, so gentle, that I almost want it to continue on, but it would be too artificial. I can’t love this Alpha; I shouldn’t have loved the last. I was given a second chance so I could live life for myself, not to give my all and then some more like the last matehood where I got hurt.
I got too hurt then to love again now.
“Let’s make love,” he says, pleading so desperately to be intimate with me.
I press my hands against his warm, bare chest. “No, Gabriel. I don’t want to do this.”
His mouth falls agape but he sits up eventually, pulling off of my body while trying not to look so disappointed. It doesn’t work, though. I can see it written all over his soothing, handsome face. His light eyes make me shudder, his lips
