C231 Imagine

Amputate - Bella Stine

Adea

After taking at least a dozen deep breaths, I pushed my door open and walked toward the kitchen. Gabe had his back turned to me. He wore black slacks and a fitted black polo. It showed off his arms and highlighted his body. He was making us a fresh batch of coffee, and I groaned as the aroma hit me. Nothing topped the smell of freshly ground beans