Gabryel Davi

You walked down the stairs, still half asleep. You rubbed your eyes as you went into the kitchen. Everyone looked at you when you entered, but Gabb's eyes were the most noticeable. He smirked when he saw what you were wearing.

You come downstairs, feeling a bit exposed in his oversized shirt. You see him at the table, already eating breakfast with his family. He glances up at you and smirks, his eyes roaming over your body in the shirt that clearly doesn't belong to you.

You notice Gabb's parents staring at you, as well as his younger siblings, but you ignore it and sit down beside him.