never displayed it, for he was worried about her reaction. When he returned to his newly redecorated bedroom, hanging that photograph would be his first task.
The thought alone was more than enough to fuel his desire, so he took the candle and struck a match to light it, placing it on the card table before turning out the lights. A romantic glow fell over the photographs and the bed just as Julia entered the darkened space.
He sat on the edge of her narrow bed, completely naked, while she stood clutching a pair of worn flannel pajamas. They had rubber duckies on them.
“What are you doing?” He glanced at her sleepwear with barely disguised distaste.
“I’m getting ready for bed.”
Gabriel stared. “Come here.”
She walked over to him slowly.
He took the fabric from her, tossing it aside. “You don’t need pajamas. You don’t need to wear anything.”
Julia carefully proceeded to disrobe in front of him, placing her clothes on one of the folding chairs.
He paused her movement toward the bed and placed his hands on top of her head, almost as if he were blessing her. Then he began to touch her, passing his fingers through her long hair to her face, where he caressed her eyebrows and cheekbones. His eyes remained stubbornly fixed on hers, the heat of their intensity searing into Julia’s consciousness.
In her whole life, no one had ever looked at her like that. Like a blue tractor beam that froze her and pulled her in. Like she was the only woman in the room, in the world, the only woman ever. Like she was Eve.
Something of the old Professor Emerson was visible now, especially in his expression, which was sexual and raw. She closed her eyes briefly, and his hands moved from her neck to her face, pausing for a moment.
“Open your eyes.”
She opened them and gasped at the hunger reflected back to her. He was like a lion, eager to feed but still stalking his prey. He didn’t want to scare her off. But she was helpless in her own desire for him.
“Have you missed me touching you like this?” he asked, his voice a scorching whisper.
Julia’s affirmation escaped her mouth as a strangled groan. Gabriel’s chest swelled with pride.
It was a long journey from her face to her knees, and he seemed to enjoy it, pausing slowly at different parts, his touch light but heated. She felt warm beneath his gentle fingers, despite the coldness of the room. As soon as she thought of the cold, she flinched.
Gabriel stopped his explorations immediately, and moved aside to allow her to crawl into bed, closest to the wall. He pressed his chest to her back, pulling the purple duvet over their naked bodies.
“I’ve missed making love with you. It was as if one of my limbs was missing.”
“I missed you too.”
He smiled his relief. “I’m very glad to hear that. It was torturous to go a week without being able to touch you like this.”
“It was torturous to go a week without being able to feel you touching me.”
The stirrings of desire in her voice set fire to Gabriel’s blood. He tightened his hold on her, squeezing gently. “Cuddling is a very important component to making love.”
“I would never have pegged you as a cuddler, Professor Emerson.”
He drew some skin from her neck into his mouth, sucking it lightly. “I have become a great many things since you made me your lover.” He placed his face in her hair, inhaling her vanilla scent deeply. “Sometimes I wonder if you realize how much you’ve changed me. It’s no less than miraculous.”
“I’m no miracle worker. But I love you.”
“And I love you.” He was quiet for a moment or two, which surprised her. She had expected him to begin making love immediately.
“You never told me what happened at Kinfolks restaurant the day before Christmas.” Gabriel tried to sound relaxed, for he didn’t want her to think he was scolding her.
In the hope of ending the conversation quickly so they could move on to other activities, Julia described her altercation with Natalie. She left out the part where Natalie had mocked her sexual encounters with him in front of everyone. Gabriel rolled her onto her back so he could see her face.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It was too late for you to do anything.”
“I love you, damn it! Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Paulina was waiting for us when we returned to the house.”
He scowled. “Right. So you threatened your former roommate with