Lock You In My Heart novel Chapter 345

When they arrived at Half Moon Bay, the two went straight to their room. Westley went to take a shower first. With a towel slung over his shoulder, he turned back to Gabrielle.

"Gabrielle, remember what you promised me before," Westley reminded her with a knowing look.

Perhaps it was proof that Gabrielle was exhausted because she just stared at him blankly. She scowled, her face full of confusion. "What? What is it?"

Judging from her expression, Westley knew that she had probably forgotten already. He rolled his eyes at her.

"You promised to give me a massage, didn't you? Don't forget it." Westley left her and went straight to the bathroom.

Gabrielle slapped her forehead lightly. 'So he meant the massage he mentioned earlier!' She didn't expect him to be serious. She thought he was saying it without actually meaning any of it. Apparently, he really did want her to give him a massage.

Gabrielle sat down on the edge of the bed. She ran her hand over her face and groaned. She thought he was just joking! Besides, she didn't know how to do it. She was a designer, not a masseuse!

"How about taking a shower together to save time, so you can massage me earlier?" Westley opened the bathroom door and poked his head to talk to her again. He then leaned on the doorway half-naked.

Gabrielle raised her head and saw Westley's tanned and well-defined chest. It was evidence of his religious workout routine. Aside from his handsome face, Westley had the body of a Greek god.

"Westley, hurry up and stop wasting time. I'll take a shower after you're done."

Gabrielle immediately turned around with her back to him. She was breathing heavily, and her face burned with embarrassment. She was scared that she would lose control if she continued to ogle him like that. 'He's going too far. Did he actually just try to seduce me?'

Gabrielle clenched and unclenched her fist. She thought she was immune to his seductive charms, but apparently, she wasn't. She had seen her fair share of handsome guys, and she believed in her ability to resist temptation.

It turned out she was wrong—very, very wrong. Gabrielle closed her eyes and willed her body to stop reacting to him and his magnetic presence.

She didn't expect Westley to have this kind of effect on her. Even after all this time, he enticed her in a way no one else ever had.

"Okay, then. I'll take a shower first." Westley saw the blush that crept on her neck and face. He chuckled and went back to the shower.

Gabrielle tried to control her breathing and pounding heartbeat. She still felt uneasy, so she distracted herself by watching a massage video on her mobile phone.

'How hard can it be?' People learned new skills from the internet all the time. Perhaps she could do it too.

Since Westley insisted, she decided to get a crash course on how to massage—meaning, she spent the next few minutes watching online tutorials. Gabrielle figured this would be enough to learn a thing or two.

She didn't need to have the same skills as a professional masseuse. She only wanted to learn simple moves that would satisfy Westley.

Not long after, Westley came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe. He was drying his hair when he saw Gabrielle intently watching something on her phone. The volume was so low that he strained to hear what it was about.

She was so focused that she didn't even notice Westley approach. It wasn't until his tall figure hovered above her that Gabrielle realized he was done taking a shower. She looked up at him and quickly turned off her phone.

"You... You're finished? When did you come out?" Gabrielle was nervously darting her eyes from Westley to the bathroom door. She couldn't look at him directly—an admission of guilt on her part.

She didn't want him to know that she was trying to learn so much in so little time. She hated how he caught her watching videos secretly.

"I just came out. I saw you watching those massage videos so seriously. It seems like you care about me a lot," Westley told her with a smirk. He was so pleased that his eyes lit up.

Gabrielle furrowed her brows. 'What did he say? That I care about him a lot?'

She was trying to learn not because she cared so much about him but because she didn't want to make a fool of herself. She had zero knowledge on how to massage another person.

"I'll just go take a shower." Gabrielle ignored him, ran to the bathroom, and quickly closed the door. She locked it and leaned on the door for a bit. Then, she took off her clothes and stood under the shower with her face still burning hot.

It took half an hour for Gabrielle to finish. Westley wondered if she had somehow fallen asleep.

He thought for a bit before raising hi

s knuckle and knocking gently on the door. He listened for any movement on the other side.

"Gabrielle, did you fall asleep inside?" Westley said in a low but cold voice. He waited for her response.

Gabrielle turned off the shower, dried her body and changed into her pajamas. She was wrapping her hair in a towel. "I'm done. I'll be out soon."

"If you don't come out now, I'll break this door down," Westley told her. His voice was still low, but they both knew it wasn't an empty threat.

"Okay, okay. I'm coming out." Gabrielle took a deep breath and opened the door. She removed strands of her hair that stuck to her forehead.

Westley was already sitting on the bed, waiting for her. He looked at her and raised his brow. He didn't need to say anything more.

Gabrielle let out a nervous breath. She knew that there was no way she could escape this, so she was going to at least try. The tutorials she watched were still fresh on her mind. Maybe it wouldn't be so hard.

"Gabrielle, come over." She looked so nervous that Westley couldn't help but smile at her. He beckoned her closer with his hand.

Gabrielle chewed her lip before walking over. She was fidgeting with the bathrobe waist belt. It was actually more difficult to massage him than to have sex with him.

Anyone with no experience would be nervous. She didn't know what would happen if Westley wasn't satisfied.

Then again, Westley himself knew she didn't know how to do it, and he even told her he would teach her himself. So, why was she so worried right now?

With this newfound confidence, Gabrielle breathed deeply and strode towards Westley with her chin held high. Anyway, she was going to massage Westley—not the other way around. If he wasn't nervous or worried, then she shouldn't be either.

If she made a mistake or didn't manage to do it well, he was going to be the one who would suffer—not her.

Gabrielle cracked her knuckles and stretched her back a bit before she stood beside him.

"Westley, I'm going to give you one more chance. Do you really want me to give you a massage or not? I haven't done this before. I hope you won't blame me if I unintentionally hurt you or make you uncomfortable," Gabrielle warned Westley again. He should know what he was getting into.

It was not like that she was an irresponsible person. Since she promised to do it, then she would do it well. If she couldn't, then she might as well refuse right there and then.

What's more, Westley was the kind of guy who wouldn't let her go if she did anything wrong to him. She really didn't want to annoy him—especially since she knew how tired he was.

"Gabrielle, if you don't want to do it, you don't have to do it. I'm not interested in forcing you to do anything you're not comfortable with," Westley said. He looked at her calmly and seriously. He was still in his bathrobe, and Gabrielle was trying so hard not to stare at the exposed parts of his chest.

There was a firmness in his dark eyes that made her unable to look away.

'Well, since he said so, what else should I worry about?'

"Okay, here goes nothing. If I do it badly, you're not allowed to complain or voice your dissatisfaction over it. Understood?" Gabrielle rubbed her hands and started to warm up. There was a fierceness to her gaze, as if she was about to do something of utmost importance.

Westley was amused by her reaction. He curled his lips and lay on his stomach. He liked watching various emotions play across her face.

Gabrielle was confused. 'Wait, what is this? What's going on?

Does he actually want me to give him a full body massage?'

"Westley, I will only massage your shoulders. I thought that's it. Do you want me to massage your entire body?" Gabrielle was both curious and filled with shock. She noticed the way Westley seemed to be having fun at her expense.

"Didn't you watch the video for the full body massage a while ago? I thought that was what you were going to give me. Why are you still asking so many questions? Just start already." Westley frankly didn't care whether she was willing or not. He had the final say. And he was sure she was going to do it in the end.

Gabrielle took off her slippers and got on the bed.

She started with her own body first—a few exercises for her muscles and bones. This way, she wouldn't be sore when she was done.

She mentally prepared herself for the task ahead. 'Gabrielle, you've watched several videos. Just focus. You can do it.

Westley wasn't afraid that you might hurt him. Stop worrying and just get this thing over with.

Think of it as your first practice. He's willing to be your guinea pig for this one. You should be happy about it.'

"Westley, I'm going to start."