The second date (the real one) (8)

Gabriel's hand slid under Becca's dress and he squeezed her thigh, making her gasp.

Gabriel felt like someone turned on the switch in his mind and he heard all the voices that told him that he is crossing the line of no return. He abruptly broke the kiss and scrambled into a seated position.

Becca panted while trying to stop the room from spinning, unsure why Gabriel moved away. It was just getting to the good part, damnit!

Gabriel leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes while taking deep breaths in an attempt to compose himself. Why is he acting like a horny teenager? He should know better. He was supposed to stop at kisses and not allow himself to be aroused to this point. He will need a long cold shower or to relieve himself, but not here… he does not want to risk Becca seeing him like that.

"I should go…"

Becca snapped out of her daze. "What? No. Why?"

Gabriel exhaled. "Uhm… Sorry, but…"