"I'm not sure how to put it into words, but I hope this expresses everything I'm feeling."
I kissed the tip of her nose. "It does, don't worry."
We cleaned up quickly, and I shut off the water before grabbing a couple towels for us. After wrapping one around herself, she asked for my blow-dryer. I had one that I used once in a blue moon, mostly in the winter if it was freezing outside. While she dried her hair, she looked at everything I had on the counter.
"Why is this completely unused?" she asked, pointing to a bottle of body lotion.
"I don't like body lotion. It just came in the same set as my shower gel."
"Can I use it?"
"Sure. In fact, I'll put it on you. You keep doing what you're doing."
She gave me a sassy smile while I squirted lotion into my palms and then started with her free arm.
"We're not going to need this," I said, undoing her towel and letting it drop to the floor. I liked the idea of her using this lotion.
"Now you're going to smell like me," I said. "And everyone will know you're off-limits."
"Interesting way of marking your territory."
"Fuck yes," I said as she put the blow-dryer down. Her hair was still a bit damp. "I don't want anyone even looking at you." Let alone coming within sniffing distance of her.
"Gabe."
I put one hand on her stomach, splaying my fingers wide to reach as much of her as I could.
"Do you understand?" I said, looking at her in the mirror. "No one."
"But that means you won't see anyone else either, right?"
"Obviously."
She hesitated. "It's not obvious. I've heard through the grapevine that you don't really do this."
"I don't," I clarified. "I've never wanted to or felt the need to."
And yet with her, neither of those things was true. Even though we'd just satisfied each other, the need to be closer to her was even stronger than before. I wasn't chasing yet another climax. I wasn't chasing anything. I simply relished this closeness and wanted more of it.
She turned around to face me. "You want to continue putting lotion on me? You're very good at it."
"Your wish is my command."
I'd finished with her back, and now I applied it to her breasts and belly before going down her legs. The only spot I left untouched was her pussy. Then I rose to my feet and kissed her, hungry but gentle at the same time. I felt the need to do things differently with her than anyone before. I simply felt the need to be different and change my ways for her. That was something I'd never planned on happening.
After I finished slathering on lotion, we went to the kitchen. I put on clothes, but she was wearing a robe because her dress got wrinkled, and her clothes were in the attic. That was an inconvenience. I didn't want her to trudge up and down that godawful spiral staircase for every little thing she needed.
I was about to ask her if she wanted to bring down a few things when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it since I'm dressed."
"And I'm going to hide," she said.
I unlocked the front door and opened it quickly, determined to get rid of whoever it was. Probably a salesman or a delivery guy.
"Hi, Celia!" I exclaimed. Shit! This was the one person I couldn't just send away and from whom Diane couldn't hide.
Celia held up a brown take-out bag. "Hey, Gabe. I’m just going to head upstairs to check on my sister. She's been out of it all week."