“This is not you,” Jocelyn muttered under her breath as she pulled on a clean pair of jeans the following morning.
Her skin was still damp from her shower, droplets of water soaking the soft cotton T-shirt she had already thrown over her body. She hadn’t bothered to dry herself, her thoughts too consumed by the man chained in her guest room.
“You are being childish,” she rebuked herself vehemently with gritted teeth. She honestly felt like it. And it irked her. Instead of taking care of Gabriel and ensuring he was well like she had intended to do when she brought him home with her, she was now playing hide and seek like a damn i***t.
She hadn’t completely stayed away. No. She had briefly entered the room to bring him clothes and food. It so happened to be the very moment he had been in
