Chapter 132 Completely Falling For Him.
I reached up, pressing my fingertips to my burning cheeks, my heartbeat completely out of control.
Had I already fallen for him?”
The sound of running water filled the silence, and if I listened carefully, I could hear his quiet, restrained breaths from the bathroom.
The memory of what had just happened replayed in my mind, every lingering sensation still tingling through my body. My face grew even hotter.
He was too gentle, too considerate–too easy to fall for.
If this kept up, I’d completely lose myself in him, wouldn’t I?‘
Shaking off the dangerous thought, I adjusted my clothes and walked toward the full–length mirror, But the moment I saw my reflection, I froze.
The woman staring back at me had flushed cheeks, glistening, dazed eyes, and slightly swollen lips- She looked like someone who had just been thoroughly loved.
I tore my gaze away, gripping the hem of my shirt as vivid memories surged back.
Ryan’s husky breaths, his scorching kisses, the way his eyes darkened with hunger, his hands exploring me with slow, deliberate tenderness-
God, why couldn’t I stop thinking about this? It was like an addiction.
Biting my lip, I listened to the occasional low sighs coming from the bathroom. I couldn’t stop myself from imagining what he was doing in there–or how it would feel the next time we touched.
Heat curled in my stomach.
I groaned and covered my face with my hands.
‘Gabrielle, get a grip! You’re falling way too fast!‘
Desperate for a distraction, I forced my attention else, letting my gaze wander around the bedroom.
I had to admit–Ryan had impeccable taste. His bedroom design was sleek and modern, exuding quiet luxury. The deep, elegant color scheme made the space feel both intimated and refined. Every piece of furniture was meticulously chosen, nothing out of place.
But as I looked around, a strange thought crept into my mind.
Ryan and I were married, yet there wasn’t a single wedding photo in the entire room.
Wasn’t that–odd?
A small frown tugged at my lips, but I pushed the thought aside.
Then, something on the desk caught my attention–a framed photo.
Curious, I stepped closer and picked it up.
It was a picture of a little girl, no older than five or six. She had a bright, radiant smile, her eyes full of
