Lady gave a small smile, avoiding watching Gabe unbutton his shirt as to not make him more uncomfortable even though she was mildly curious, walking into the back room to retrieve her sewing kit and back. âGabriel, itâs fineâ itâs not like Iâve never seen a shirtless man before,â Lady said as she took his shirt in her hands, a small dusting of a blush on her cheeks. Sitting on her couch, Lady pulled out a needle, thread and a spare button. âMaybe we should cut back on how many sweets you eat a day, unless you think this really is from working out,â Lady joked, sewing the button to the missing spot on his shirt, âIâd really hate to have to go through all my spare buttons on your shirts.â
Gabriel wasnât a prude, there were the fair share of women in the past whoâs seen him bare-chested, but this awkwardness came from one of those women being Lady. Nothing to be ashamed of, really, the early training days sculpted the muscles lining his stomach, moderately defining each one that wasnât nearly as noticeable through any shirt he wore unless one looked closely. âI know, I just want to be certain youâre comfortable with that type of boundary. Not that you werenât probably going to see it at some point if...that became something.â Gabe rubbed the back of his neck, lowering himself on the opposite end of the couch, âA combination of both, most likely? Greyâs really good at training and youâre phenomenal at...gifting me any sweets I ask for. Time for a diet.â He shrugged, smiling as he watched her work, âI wouldnât hate it. Gives me another excuse to swing by.â