“Julianne?”
She let out a small cry and clapped a hand over her mouth. Gabriel was standing in front of her with three small bags in one hand and a bouquet of purple irises in the other. Staring, she removed the ear buds from her ears. He eyed her iPod curiously and smiled.
Julia smiled back. In response, he leaned toward her, his eyes locked on hers, and lightly pressed his lips to her left cheek and then to her right. She thought he was approaching her mouth, so when he touched her cheek she felt disappointed. Nevertheless, a spark surged from his lips, causing her heart to speed. She blushed and looked down at her hands.
“Good morning, Julianne. I’m glad you stayed. How did you sleep?” Gabriel’s voice was gentle.
“I slept well—later on.”
He reached behind her to place the groceries and flowers on the breakfast bar.
“As did I.” He made no move to touch her but followed her gaze to her fingers.
Julia shivered slightly as she thought of what he had done to her fingers the night before.
“Are you cold?”
“No.”
“You’re quivering.” Gabriel’s eyebrows knit together, creating a furrow in between them. “Am I making you nervous?”
“A little.”
He withdrew to the kitchen and began unpacking the groceries.
“What did you buy?” she asked, gesturing to the bags.
“Pastries and a baguette. There’s a French bakery around the corner that makes the best pain au chocolat in the city. Also, some cheese from the cheese shop downstairs, fruit, and a surprise.”
“A surprise?”
“Yes.” He smiled and waited.
She wrinkled her nose. “Will you tell me what the surprise is?”
“If I tell you, it won’t be a surprise.”
She rolled her eyes, and he laughed at her.
“Baci,” he said.
Julia paused. Kisses?
Gabriel saw her reaction and realized the double entendre had not been understood. He pulled something from one of the grocery bags and placed it in the center of his right palm, holding it out to her as one might hold out an apple to tempt a horse.
The similarity was not lost on Julia, who looked at the small, foil-wrapped chocolate with an upturned nose.
“I thought you liked them,” he said, a tinge of hurt coloring his voice. “When Antonio gave you one, you said they were your favorite.”
“They are. But I’m not supposed to take chocolates from men, remember? I think you gave me an order to that effect when we were at Lobby with Rachel.” Julia took the proffered chocolate and eagerly unwrapped it, popping it into her mouth.
“I don’t order you around.”
She gaped at him while she chewed and swallowed her chocolate. “Are you kidding?”
“No.”
“What planet are you from? Hello, my name is Gabriel, and I’m from the planet of bossy-no-self-awareness.”
He frowned. “Very amusing, Julianne.” He cleared his throat and searched her eyes. “Be serious for a moment. You think I order you around?”
“Gabriel, you do nothing but. You only have one form of direct address, and it’s the imperative; do this, do that, come here. On top of all that, like Paul, you seem to think I belong in a zoo. Or a children’s book.”
At the mere mention of Paul’s name Gabriel’s frown deepened into a scowl. “Someone had to attend to our situation yesterday. I was trying to protect both of us. And I asked you to talk to me, Julianne. I tried to talk to you for days, but you spurned me.”
“What was I supposed to do? You’re an emotional rollercoaster, and I wanted to climb off. I never know whether you’re going to be sweet and whisper something that takes my breath away or say something so fucking mean it breaks my…” She stopped herself.
Gabriel cleared his throat. “I apologize for being mean. There’s no excuse for that.”
She muttered something under her breath as he stared at her.
“I find you—difficult to talk to sometimes. I never know what you’re thinking, and you’re only forthcoming when you’re furious. Like now.”
She sniffed. “I’m not furious.”
“Then I need you to talk to me a little.” His voice was soft again.
He took a risk and began running his fingers through her long, damp curls. “You smell like vanilla,” he whispered.
“It’s your shampoo.”
“So you think I’m bossy?”
“Yes.”
Gabriel sighed. “It’s habit, I suppose. Years of living alone have made me boorish, and I’m out of practice with being considerate. But I’ll try to watch how I speak to you in future. As for Paul and the pet names, it’s insulting that he refers to you as a rabbit. Rabbits end up as entrées, so that needs to stop. But what about kitten? I thought that was rather…sweet.”
“Not when you’re twenty-three and petite and trying to be taken seriously in Academia.”