"What is downstairs.." Esme felt Gabriel's fingers on her chin, gently turning her head back to look at him. Her mind went blank, and she realised the situation she was currently in. They were alone in the VIP room and in very close proximity to each other.
"That is not important right now. I can smell another man on you still. Is this what Marcus smells like?" He asked almost in a threatening voice as he leaned closer to her, closing the small distance between them, and he planted a tender kiss on her neck. Esme shivered from the featherlight touch; goosebumps flourished her arms beneath her clothes.
"The lavender masks his scent.." She whispered. "And we just fought a little.." She trailed off as she saw Gabriel now staring at her questionably. "It's kind of our thing. We fight."