Catherine's POV
I opened my eyes slowly, the world a blurry haze for a second, and then I blinked again, a bit harder, because what I saw made my entire body jolt.
Gabriel was sitting right in front of me, staring at me. I could even feel his hand in my hair.
He froze the moment my eyes snapped open, and what seemed like guilt and surprise appeared on his face, almost comical. He instantly pulled his hand back as if my hair was burning him.
"Oh— I, um… I wasn't expecting you to wake up right now," he said, his voice cracking in a way that made him look younger than his age. "I just wanted to grab a pillow."
If he needed a pillow, he could have just taken it, right? Not bury his hand in my hair.
I pushed myself up, my eyes blinked in confusion, until they dropped to what was under my head… and under my arm. Oh shit!
I was lying on one of his pillows and hugging the second one like a damn teddy bear.
