Gael was the kind of man who would fit in the luxury lifestyle of Manhattanites, proven by his interior design taste of the apartment. Even his bathroom that's more masculine than neutral exuded elegance and manliness with marbled floors and walls—black floor and white and grey walls. But he was also the kind of man who was laid back and comfortable living in a brownstone in Brooklyn. And Angela liked both.
Half an hour after their bedroom rodeo, Gael drew a bath for them. He poured some of Angela's bath stuff that smelled of coconuts and her into the tub. Leaning against one end of the tub, he had her sit between his thighs and pulled her to him so that her back laid against his chest. Her hair was tied into a messy ball on top of her head, a few strands fell down the sides of her face. The two of them were relaxed as he gently massaged her shoulders.
