After dropping Alex off at the house, the drive back to the penthouse felt quieter.
Heavy in that slow, warm way the city sotis felt late at night.
The conversation from earlier still lingered faintly in the car:
Alex teasing them,
Phil nearly flooding the kitchen,
Claire apparently trusting Gael enough to include him naturally in family plans now.
Small things.
But they stayed in his head longer than expected.
"You're thinking again," Haley murmured softly.
"I'm driving."
"That's not exclusive."
Fair.
Gael glanced sideways briefly.
Haley looked relaxed tonight.
Hair slightly ssy from the long day.
One of his hoodies hanging loosely off one shoulder.
Still wearing the bracelet she bought from the flea market weeks ago.
Comfortable.
Familiar.
God.
Sowhere along the way, he'd stopped feeling surprised seeing her in his life constantly.
Now it just felt right.
"What?" she asked after catching him looking.
"You stole another hoodie."
"It slls like you."
"That sohow sounds both cute and threatening."
Haley grinned faintly.
"That's my brand."
The elevator ride upstairs was quiet too.
Not because either of them had nothing to say.
Because the atmosphere between them had shifted gradually during the drive ho.
Closer.
Heavier.
The mont the penthouse door closed behind them, Haley kicked off her shoes and walked straight toward him.
No teasing this ti.
Just both hands sliding up his clothes while she looked up at him quietly.
"You know what's unfair?" she murmured.
"That question feels dangerous."
"You get more attractive when you're being nice to my family."
Gael laughed softly under his breath.
Her fingers curled lightly in his hair before she kissed him.
Slowly at first.
Then, deeper, his hand settled instinctively against her ass and pulled her over, positioning his shaft against her moist vagina before turning with her back now resting on the wall with her legs around his back.
The tension between them had beco almost effortless lately.
No nervousness anymore.
No uncertainty.
Just familiarity layered with attraction strong enough to make every touch feel charged automatically.
Haley lted against him with a quiet breath the mont his cock slid in with a strong push.
"aaahhhh" she moaned as he invaded her
"That's mine," he murmured against her mouth.
"I know."
Gael kissed her again, more deeply this ti, while moving in and out of her in a strong rhythm.
"Oh my! Oh ... oh ... oh ... Gael! Gael! Oh, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
Ske threw her head back and arched her neck as the orgasm swept through her. And when she pressed herself against the wall, she pinned his left arm with such force that he nearly lost his grip on her.
The city lights spilled across the floor-to-ceiling windows around them, turning the entire living room gold and shadowed.
Haley laughed softly when the back of her legs hit the couch.
"You planned that."
"I absolutely did not." she replied
"Liar."
Gael grinned faintly before kissing her and slowly inserting his cock inside again, drawing a quieter breath from her lips.
God.
He loved how expressive she was.
Every reaction honest.
Every emotion visible.
Nothing guarded.
Haley's fingers slid through his hair while he kissed down the side of her neck, her body already relaxing against him automatically from familiarity alone.
"You know what's weird?" she whispered, "You always act calm until we're alone."
Gael looked up slightly.
"That sounds accusatory."
"It's observational."
Claire really was infecting the whole family with that word.
Haley smiled faintly, kissing his mouth before pulling him down to go faster.
Longer this ti.
Rougher.
The kind that gradually erased conversation altogether.
Clothes disappeared piece by piece between touches and loud moans and sloppy kisses that kept turning deeper every few seconds.
Nothing rushed.
That was what made nights with Haley feel different now.
Gael learned her reactions carefully:
the way she shivered when he kissed her neck slowly,
how her breathing changed whenever his change the rhythm,
The quiet sounds she tried—and failed—to hide when he fucked her properly.
And Haley learned him too.
Especially the fact that, beneath the calm exterior, he actually lost control faster than people expected around her.
"You're doing the quiet thing again," she whispered breathlessly later against his shoulder.
"That's because you're distracting."
"That sounded suspiciously sincere."
"It was."
The honesty in that answer visibly affected her.
Haley kissed him again imdiately afterward, softer this ti, one hand resting against his chest while the city glowed beyond the bedroom windows behind them.
The rest of the night blurred gradually into tangled bodies, warm touch, sloppy sex, and the kind of intimacy that only grew stronger because they already knew each other so well now.
Not awkward.
Not performative.
Just close.
Later, soti after midnight, Haley lay sprawled half-asleep across his chest beneath the blankets while Gael absently traced slow circles along her back.
The room stayed quiet except for distant city noise far below.
Then Haley groaned softly into his shoulder.
"Oh my God."
"What?"
"You're actually unfair."
Gael looked down at her sleepily.
"That sounds vaguely threatening."
"I'm serious." She lifted her head just enough to glare weakly at him. "How do you still have energy?"
He laughed quietly.
"That's your concern right now?"
"Yes."
"Interesting priorities."
Haley narrowed her eyes.
"I need at least twelve business days to recover."
"That feels dramatic."
"It's accurate."
Gael shook his head while she buried her face back against his chest again.
And despite the teasing—
the way she curled closer afterward,
completely relaxed and comfortable in his arms—
made sothing warm settle quietly in his chest all over again.
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