Chapter One Hundred And Ninety
Mateo’s pov
The bright morning sun streamed through the large glass windows of the kitchen, casting long, warm lines of silver light across the marble counter. I sat on a high barstool, my fingers wrapped around a warm mug of coffee, watching Gabriel. He was standing by the stove, completely relaxed, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His back was turned to me, showing off the immense, terrifying size of his broad shoulders and the thick, hard muscles of his back as he flipped pancakes in a pan. The rich scent of vanilla, sweet batter, and fresh coffee filled the warm air of the house.
After the massive success of my runway show, the world felt completely different. The reviews were calling me the breakout male model o
