FORTY-FOUR

GABRIEL’S POV

I felt horrible because I remembered everything. The memories of last night clawed at my mind like a relentless beast. The warmth of her body against mine, the comfort I felt when she rested her head on my chest—every single detail was etched into my soul.

When I said I didn’t want to forget that moment, I was dead serious.

I couldn’t tell if I was protecting her heart or mine by pretending not to remember anything. The truth is, I don’t know if I was capable of giving her what she truly deserves.

My actions hurt her deeply, and I could feel it even from a distance.

For a fact, I feel an undeniable pull toward her, and I can’t disregard the way my heart thumps harder, every time she’s near me. But admitting that I felt that way? That’s a different story.

Her anger radiated like heat from a fire, palpable and intense, from the moment she stormed out of my room until we reached home. The silence loomed between us, thick and suffocating, wrapping around us like a shroud. Sh