As soon as the door closed on Castiël, Gabe was on the bed, next to me. "Where were we?" he hummed and nuzzled my neck. I was still angry about being kept out of stuff, but Gabe's warm breath on my neck eased that a bit. "I don't like being kept in the dark." I muttered darkly. I felt Gabe smile against my neck, before he withdrew and looked me in the eye. "I know, Sweetcakes. But sometimes we need to be secretive. Not everything is meant for all ears. If I think you can hear this, I will fill you in, ok?" I nodded, earning me a sweet kiss. "Now I'll go and see if I'm siding with Dean-o or Samsquatch and my baby brother. You be a good girl, and stay right here." He slid his finger under the strap of my nightgown and stroked my shoulder. "I like your taste in nightwear." he said hoarsely and planted a feather light kiss on my collarbone before disappearing.
I sat frozen like that for five solid minutes before my heartbeat was back to normal. The innuendo of Gabe's parting remark had sent it into a frenzy. I blew out my breath. Being in love with him would proof to be challenging... Wait... What? In love? I sat up straight. I had been in love when I was sixteen. Smitten with the football captain, how cliché. Then I found out he was a totall dick. And gay to boot. He had dated my best friend Laney for a bit, having her believe she was his world and making me insanely jealous of her. Then one night, on the peprally before the homecoming game, I was wandering around the bleachers by the track and I heard his voice. "Don't you worry about Laney. She is as thick as two bricks. I'm just dating her to have all those other, smarter, girls like Gwen off my back. Laney will never notice, sweetheart. C'mere. Let me treat you."
Seething about him cheating on Laney and calling her thick, I stepped forward, only to see him kneeling in front of the lineback and indeed treating him. After confronting him there and then, filling Laney in and making sure he would never pull that again, I just gave up on love. I dated, of course, and I had sex, just to see if it would be worth it. I just never fell in love again. Yet here I was, fourty something and feeling like sixteen again. I rubbed my hands over my face. I needed a shower, to clear my head! I grabbed my stuff, deciding that the sexy outfit would have to do. I could ask Gabe to get me better clothing, but the idea of him picking out my underware was just a bit too much. I was just coming to grips with being in love with an Archangel. Having him see my undies, even if only freshly laundred and in my chest of drawers, was a bit hard on the imagination. I turned the cold tap open and added just enough warm to take the chill off. I needed a cooldown desperately!