Racking my brain, I realized Gabriel had never seen me so soon after a fix. He'd seen me the same day sometimes—and also commented on my attractiveness then—but this was the first time he'd received its full effect. It made me feel guilty to see him looking at me like this.
His hand reached for mine, and I tried not to flinch as he took it. Even after the shower, I felt dirty and cheap. I didn't want him to touch me after what I'd done, even if it had been in a different body. I didn't deserve such love.
Gabriel sighed, still enchanted. His long fingers traced warm, whirling patterns on my skin. I felt my breathing grow heavier.
"I wish I could put your beauty into words. But I'm not that good of a writer. Guess I need some work."
I stood up hastily and tugged at his hand.
"Now you're just being silly. I think you're the one that needs to go home and rest."
He blinked. "Oh. So no more, uh, attempts at sleeping?"
