The Voice
His movement was precise and purposeful, almost seeming like he had tried to pass along a message to me. I had my eyes closed, but I couldn't help but feel his glare lurking around me. The sound of his breath was very obvious as my skin caught the vibrating motion of his palms.
If I didn't want to think to the extreme, I would have thought Gabriel was also nervous, just like I was. But this was what he wanted. He wanted to be the one to apply it to my body, even when he was clearly informed that I could do it myself.
Lucky for me, he hadn't done something that would increase the awkwardness in the silent room, which was a good start for me.
He had constantly avoided going close to my thighs, but it was all a waste of time. Sooner or later, he would have to do it and probably unwrap the cloth that I had tied around my body.