You stood in front of your mirror and looked at yourself. You hated mirrors. Hated seeing yourself in them. Your frizzled hair, big eyes, dull skin. "Ugh, god I'm ugly," you muttered to yourself.
"That's insane," you heard a voice say. You looked over to see Gabriel standing there.
"What's insane?" you asked.
"What you just said Y/N," he said walking over to you and turning you to face the mirror again. You automatically scrunched your face at your reflection.
"Don't do that," he said, "why can't you see just how beautiful you are?".
"because I'm not Gabe," you said.
"Yes, you are," wrapping his arms around from behind, "just look at you. Your hair is so long and soft I can't help, but wanna just run my fingers through it,". As he said that he softly ran his hand over your arm. The feeling was so gentle you couldn't help, but feel you needed his touch.
"Your eyes are so beautiful," he said looking into the mirror and locking eyes with you, "who else could say their eyes are so beautiful they manage to get an archangel lost in them?".
"Gabriel, that's sweet, but you don't have to tell me what I wanna hear," you said, "I've accepted I'm not attractive or a perfect size,".
"Y/N stop it," he said turning you around to face him, "do you have any idea how you make me feel?".
"What?" you asked confused.
"Y/N, when I look at you," he said pulling you little closer, "all I wanna do is hold you, touch you, I can't even glance at your lips without wanting to kiss you," he lifted your face up with one hand, "I could just give you kisses from your mouth to your neck. I wanna show you just how much you deserve to be worshipped, loved. I wanna show you just how much you drive me crazy,".
You're not sure what came over you, but before you know it your lips were on his and it didn't take long for it to become a very heated make-out session. During the kiss, Gabriel lead you to your bed where he showed you just how beautiful he thinks you are.