My Fault

Preparing.

'Gabi!' I yell from the bathroom.

'Yes yes what?' Gabriel comes into the bathroom.

'I need help with my dress. I can't zip it.' I chuckle and turn my back to Gabriel.

'Come here.' Gabriel pulls me by my waist and zips my dress up.

'Thank you.' I chuckle and peck him on the cheek.

Gabriel chuckles.

'Stop it.' I chuckle and walk back into the room.

'Haha.' Gabriel lays on the bed and starts laughing.

'Shut up.' I chuck a pillow at Gabriel.

*****

'And I'm done.' I shuffle my hair around.

Gabriel stares at me.

'Or... not?' I look at him with a confused face, and being to fix my hair.

'No no no no.' Gabriel walks up to me. 'It. Looks. Perfect.' Gabriel chuckles and pecks me on the cheek.

'Does it really?' I look at him.

'Perfect.' Gabriel nods.

I give him a look.

'I promise.' Gabriel puts his arms on my shoulders.

'Okay okay. I believe you.' I chuckle.

'There you go.' Gabriel fixes my hair in the back.

'Gracias bebe.' I smile.

'Of course.' Gabriel smirks.

*****

'Is the driver here yet?' Gabriel looks up at me.

'Nearly.' I chuckle and start playing with his hair.

'So I'm assuming you're sleeping with me tonight, right?' Gabriel asks.

'Yes duh. Who am I supposed to sleep with? Ivàn?' I laugh.

'Stop. Please.' Gabriel chuckles.

I burst into laughter.

'I'm kidding, bebe.' I laugh and plant a kiss on his forehead, making his cheeks go red.

'Good. As you should.' Gabriel chuckles.

'Shut up.' I laugh.

*****

After a couple of minutes, the driver texted Gabriel, letting him know that he was outside, and we stepped out of our hotel and made our way to the car.