[ Authors Note: I am looking to upload another two chapters in the evening. This is 1/5 for today. You can of course read these now or wait :) ]
Aila shifted on the spot and faced the man whose hands did not budge from her hips. Gabriel looked down at her; once again, the shirt he wore was soaked from the rain and blood; she placed her hands on his chest and leaned back, trying to create some space between them. But it only made her more aware of his shirt clinging to the rippled muscles beneath, something she quickly moved her gaze away from.
Aila glanced up and found herself mesmerised by his beauty once more but snapped out of her daze when she saw dried blood on one side of his lips. There was also something different, oh that's right, his white hair was in a low ponytail. She usually thought this looked stupid, but the way Gabriel wore it absolutely suited him.
