3
Gabriela
“Are you all right?”
Jorik was right behind me. He didn’t touch me, but he was so close I could feel the heat radiating off him.
I nodded but continued to stare at the door. Afraid to move. Afraid if I turned around, I’d jump him. Or worse… he’d leave. They always left, in the end.
“Gabriela,” he said. “I must touch you.”
Oh god, that voice. Those words. Was I hearing things? He’d called me his female in the store. I’d heard that. Not my imagination. Right?
I closed my eyes and gently banged my forehead against the cool surface of the door. It had to be the stress. I was nowhere near hot enough for this gorgeous man—alien—to want me like that. I had long black hair. Straight. No curl. Boring. My skin was good, the Latino heritage from my parents making my clear brown skin
