#ft. garrett.

Gabriel didn't budge when Garrett closed the distance, just leaned back slightly against the counter with a little grin. Brown eyes glanced to where Garrett's fingers toyed with his shirt, then back up to meet his gaze again. "Oh, we're negotiating now? Because I don't remember asking for the shirt. Just you." His hand came up to lightly tug the fabric between them, smirking as he added, "But if it's that valuable, maybe I should be the one taking it off. Wouldn't want you damaging premium material, yeah?"