If Sam had touched him, Gabriel would have happily leaned into his touch. But he wasn't an Omega in heat (yet). He'd control himself, damnit. Rolling up his sleeves, Gabriel set to work, rolling out pie crusts and kneading dough that he'd set to rise earlier that day.

"Yeah? This kind of became my sanctuary when I was growing up. Whenever Michael and Lu started tearing into each other, I'd come here. Lose myself in work for a few hours."

A sanctuary he was happy to share with the big Alpha.