127 Changing shirts

Esme retrieved her bag from the butler, her body hidden behind the door as she peeked out and smiled shyly. Her hair was damp, her body smelling of the soaps and oils used in the bath, and even though her body was wrapped in a towel and free from scars, it was now covered in love bites and a few marks from where Gabriel had drunk her blood. There was also the part where it was now into the early hours of the morning, and she was reminded that they were not the only ones in the penthouse. 

"Good morning, miss Esme. You must be hungry. Should I get something prepared?" He inquired, ignoring the rising blush to her cheeks. Of course, she was fricken hungry after a certain vampire couldn't keep his hands off of her. 

"Are you really complaining about our mate's appetite?!" Isana jested, indicating the slight soreness in her groin area.