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*The sound of the shower annoys him. He lays in their bed surrounded by darkness, which matches his mood. He hates for her to leave him for any reason, but a daylight trip into the city... Even with Carys , Aric and Mira accompanying her, the idea of his beloved being out of his reach, still nearly paralyzes him with fear.Gabrielle sings softly to herself while lathering up; his sensitive ears detecting each move her body makes while under the stream of hot water. He growls when he hears the distinct sound oh her razor traveling over her skin. His mind fills with images of her long beautiful leg, propped up on the shower seat, her glorious body bending so that she can reach down around her delicate ankle, water sluicing over the curves of her hips. With a deep rumble in his chest, he's out of bed and in the bathroom. She peers up at him over the top of her knee, her auburn hair darkened with wetness, her body positioned exactly as his mind had imagined it. She blinks slowly at him, a water droplet falling from the tip of her lashes. When she stands up to meet him eye to eye, flashing the most seductive smile he's ever seen, he nearly rips the shower glass down trying to get his bulky form through its small opening. Pushing her against the marble wall, he covers her body with his, growling against her neck*. Mate, I have a feeling you might be late for your appointment.