The shower felt heavenly. Thoughts of Gabriel filled my head and I leaned back against the tile and let the water wash over me. My hair was in a towel because I wouldn't have time to dry it. I didn't have time to soak up the hot water either, but I needed to think.

Gabriel was not who I thought he was and it was freaking me out.

Yes, he was an asshole, a womanizer, and a thug. Or so I thought. The problem was, he hadn't spoken badly of Isabella. It had me thinking twice about ...