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“Two glasses of champagne, Jim,” Gabriel says, as the man disappears. He returns two minutes later, with a cooler, two glasses and a bottle of champagne way outside my pay grade and price range.
“To us, and a relaxing weekend,” Gabriel says, clinking his glass against mine. “Even if my brother has decided to gate crash.”
“To a wonderful weekend. Thank you for thinking of it.” I say, taking a sip from my glass, as I find myself overcome with emotion.
We drink in silence, taking in the surroundings and the gentle swell of the water against the side.
When we have finished, Gabriel stands up, holding out his hand for me to take.
I follow him.
“This is the master cabin,” Gabriel says.
My head spins at the sight I’m being presented with. The room is breathtaking. I’m not sure what I expected when Gabriel said we would be spending the weekend on his yacht, but this... well. I look at the king-sized bed, and my stomach somersaults. The room is enormous. Bigger than my bedroom in Gabriel’s apartment. Although the blinds have been dropped for privacy, glass windows adorn either side. Stairs lead from the upper deck into an open hallway housing two chairs overlooking the water. The floor is wood, although the bed sits on an enormous velvety rug. I can imagine it’s like satin underfoot. The room also houses a large sofa in a separate seating area. This is a suite on a yacht.
“Gabriel, this room. It’s gorgeous,” I say, walking around.
Gabriel clumsily runs a hand through his hair.
“This room is for you,” he says. “I’ll sleep in one of the other rooms.”
I turn and stare at him. “Um, with Caleb here, don’t we need to share a room? He thinks we’re in a relationship. If I announce I’m pregnant and he knows we aren’t sleeping together—” I don’t finish my sentence. Instead, I watch Gabriel clenching and unclenching his jaw.
“I’ll take the day bed.”
I want to laugh at his words when my eyes dart back to the sofa. I can just imagine him trying to fold his six-foot-two frame onto the sofa. It looks comfortable, but not that comfortable.
“No, you won’t,” I say. “I’m happy to share the bed if you are. It’s enormous. I doubt you would even realise another person is in bed with you.” Although my womb clenches in denial. Ignoring his presence is not something I can do.
“I don’t want you to feel pressured,” Gabriel says.
“Gabriel, it’s fine. I promise.”
Gabriel continues to surprise me. His tall, dark Mediterranean looks. His bank balance. He could have any woman he chose. Yet here he is, spending time with me. Helping me fulfil my dreams, worried about how I feel about sharing a bed with him for the weekend. No one has ever put my feelings above their own, apart from my parents. But they’re pretty special people.
Instead of saying anything else, he moves to a door in the wall. “The bathroom.” He opens the door and steps back, allowing me to pass.
The room is marble. A large walk-in shower adorns the far wall. Opposite that is a standalone bath. A large mirror hangs from the ceiling in the middle of a twin sink unit positioned in front of another window.
“The toilet is through there,” Gabriel points to another doorway. “And you’ll find the wardrobe through that door.”
I step forward, peering around the first door before walking into the wardrobe. The walls are lined with hanging and shelving space. A vanity unit sits in the middle, my makeup bag placed in front of the mirror, ready.
I turn around and stare at the rest of the space. It’s then I notice mine and Gabriel’s clothes hanging up together. The sight warms my chest.
Gabriel follows my gaze.
“Don’t worry about it. We’re both adults. It’s not like we won’t be—” I’m not sure how to describe the sex we’ll be having this weekend. Baby making? Sperm depositing? “You know.” I finish the sentence, and watch his lips twitch.
He turns to face me and rests his hands on my waist. “True. But you were supposed to have the choice of where you sleep. Our relationship is complicated enough. I don’t want you to think that with Caleb here.”
I touch his cheek. “He’ll see through us. Put us on to your mum?” I finish for him. “Stop worrying. We’re in a relationship. That isn’t technically a lie. It’s just not a conventional one.”
I watch his muscles relax as I smile at him.
Gabriel nods and rests his forehead against mine.
“What we do or don’t do is no one else’s business. We’re sharing our bodies. Why not share a bed?” I add.
