/GABRIEL'S POV\
Gabriel slammed his fist against the coffee table. "We should talk about it."
"About what?" Sam asked, his eyes momentarily glancing up from his TV show.
"About the night you got drunk, of course!" Gabriel tipped his head to the side, raising an eyebrow as his squeaky voice echoed throw the room.
"Oh. Yeah- I was drunk. Never mind that."
"Uh huh." Gabriel scoffed, working his way around the coffee table so he stood in front of Sam. "But, that doesn't mean anything." Gabriel's hand snapped forward, his fingers brushing against Sam's chin as he lifted the boy's head up.
Sam choked a bit when Gabriel leaned down and brushed his lips against Sam's.
But sooner than later, Gabriel pulled away with a shy smile on his face. "You want more? I'll be in my room." Gabriel winked before turning away and walking to said destination.
