As I walk from the car to my house, I can feel Gabe’s eyes on me. I don’t need to turn around to know his intense stare is licking my curves, the curves he’s always loved, the ones he’s made me feel beautiful for having, not ashamed of, as I lead the way to the front door.

If my feet are hitting the pavement as I walk, I can’t feel them. It’s like the cobblestone path has exploded, leaving only white, dusty clouds to carry my weightless legs inside.

I smile as I walk through the door, for the first time since I got the part in the movie, I finally feel light enough in my own skin. And it has nothing to do with eating enough lettuce or running enough miles to transform my body. The floating feeling which is lifting my soul isn’t about personal trainers or meal planning or calorie counting, it’s about love.

It’s about seeing the profound beauty in someone the world wrote off as ugly, as if scars could ever be uglier than personalities. As if true beauty is something we can preserve with flawless skin. And it’s about the beauty he made me see in myself. How he looks at me, his eyes mesmerized with desire and his heart unable to hide behind the walls he’s lived behind for years now.

Gabe briskly follows me inside and kicks the door shut quickly, wrapping his broad arm around my waist and pulling me in tight to him before I have a chance to take another step. “Come here,” he growls and tugs me backward until my ass is perfectly snug against his cock. We fit together like the broken pieces of those best friend lockets. Two torn halves of one heart that have finally been brought back together and made whole. “Where do you think you’re going?” he murmurs in my ear and I let my head fall back against his shoulder. Gabe’s lips envelope my earlobe as a sigh escapes my lips and my eyelids flutter closed.

“Nowhere, if you keep doing that,” I admit, small tingles buzz down over my neck and pulse out through my body.

My nipples pebble and my pussy clenches at just the simple pleasure his mouth kissing a trail over my neck, brings. I can’t believe I’ve become so sensitive, so responsive, to his touch. Sometimes it feels like he could bring me to orgasm with only a kiss. I smirk at the thought, especially a passionate kiss… on my lower lips.

It’s hard to comprehend that only a short while ago, I had never had a single orgasm. It was like my ability to cum had been locked in a chest that only Gabe had a key to. I sigh as he grinds his cock against my ass and his fingers travel across my waistband, inching over to my belt buckle slowly while he drags his tongue over the sensitive skin on my neck. I can feel the heat pool in my core as I grow slick with need. My pussy aches to be claimed by him, to be taken by every inch of his hard, teasing cock. I press back against him, mewling, wordlessly begging him to stop taking his time, to stop needlessly dragging this all out and to rip my clothes off right here and fuck me right now.

Gabe drops his hand from my belt and circles his thick arm around me instead, lifting my feet from the floor easily. I giggle as he carries me into the open space and over to the couch. “What are you doing?” I squeal, squirming against him playfully.

“What?” He plops down on the couch and I fall back into his lap, my ass clearly feeling the detailed ridge of his generous cock through our pants. I bite my lip and snuggle back against him, eager to feel every single ridge and vein of his member inside me.

“I figure if you’re going to grind against me, I might as well sit down and enjoy it,” his hands curl up around my knees and he tugs them open so my legs dangle on either side of his. I groan involuntarily and roll my head back as his fat dick presses against me tight.

“Is that so?” I breathe, but don’t argue. I don’t want to lose this moment or take away from this feeling building up inside me.

“It is,” he muses and flicks open my belt, his fingers quickly popping open the front of my pants before he slides them inside. I wiggle against him as he slowly but deliberately drags his fingertips over my pussy and glides them inside.

“Ohhh!” I swirl my hips, overwhelmed with the feeling of his cock filling the crack of my ass and his fingers exploring my clit.

“That’s right sweetheart, I’m gonna make you cum on my fingers and then I’m gonna watch you lick it off, you're my dirty girl, aren’t you?” His voice rumbles in my ear and I nod. I can’t seem to form words anymore, just breathy noises as I twist and writhe against him hypnotically. “That’s my good girl.” He nips my earlobe and I arch my back as my thighs tremble and my swollen clit throbs against his finger. “Then, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re going to be happy you don’t need to go anywhere tomorrow cause you won’t be walking for a while. I hope you’re ready for this beast, beauty,” he thrusts his cock against me and I gasp, my breathing is ragged and my pulse is racing. His fingers are driving me to the edge and I’m so close to losing myself as I fall over the cliff.

Thunk-thunk-thunk!

I jump and my eyes spring open with surprise as I look at the front door with shock. “Who the fuck…”

“Don’t move, ignore it,” he growls and never breaks the rhythm of his fingers swirling on my clit.

He’s right. Fuck whoever is at that door. Fuck the entire outside world. I have everything I care about, everything I need right here. I close my eyes again and relax back into Gabe, letting everything outside of us disappear.

Thunk-thunk-thunk!

“Ms. Parker! Open up, it’s the Los Angeles Police Department!”

Okay, so it doesn’t make everything disappear.

Gabe yanks his hand free from my open pants and I scramble to my feet, zipping up my jeans and fastening my belt as quickly as my flustered fingers can manage.

“Ma’am! We know you’re in there! Please open the door!” A demanding cop yells through my front door.

My hands shake as I try to smooth them down over my hair. I look over at Gabe nervously, and he gives me the same look I’m giving him. Confusion tinged with fear.

For a second neither of us moves. We’re locked in a silent conversation that we both understand in our hearts. The banging at my door makes me jump and I walk over, opening it with a big, fake smile pasted to my face. Standing on my doorstep are two, hulking men in police uniforms that could very well be a couple strippers who need directions to a bachelor party.

“Yes?” I tilt my head and wait for some kind of explanation about why they’re here.

“Ms. Parker is Gabriel Keenan in your home?” The cop with the mirrored sunglasses and olive skin asks.

“Umm,” I look over my shoulder at Gabe and he nods. “Yes,” I answer.

“Ma’am, we’re going to have to ask that you either bring him to the door or let us come inside,” the other cop with the hazel eyes and dark hair demands curtly.

“What is this about?” Gabe walks up behind me and comes out into the open.

“Gabriel Keenan?”

“Yes?”

“You are being placed under arrest for the assault of Erik Fisher,” the officer with mirrored glasses flicks his handcuffs free from his belt and grabs Gabe by the wrist. The metal bracelet circles around him and clicks shut as he continues, “you have the right to remain silent.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? That fuckwad is pressing charges?” Gabe snarls.

“Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.” He clicks the other handcuff down over his wrist as I try to fight the instinct to yell and scream and try to somehow, stop this from happening.

“I can’t fucking believe this,” Gabe shakes his head angrily but doesn’t struggle against the police.

“You have the right to speak to an attorney…” the police officer continues as he guides Gabe from my house to the state vehicle in the driveway.

Helplessness crashes over me in waves, drowning me in panic as they take him away and tuck his head down, guiding him into the back seat of the car. I don’t know what to do or how to make this stop as they slam the door behind him, disappearing inside the car and drive away.