“I want to give you a present.” Pandora’s dark winged brows drew together. “A literal present?” Gabriel responded with a puzzled smile. “Yes. How could it be otherwise?” “I thought ‘give you a present’ might be a metaphor.” Her gaze flicked in the direction of the bedroom. “For that.” He began to laugh. “I wouldn’t presume to flatter myself quite so extravagantly. You’ll have to inform me later if my lovemaking is a gift or not.”
