"Almost," Dean agreed with a chuckle. He was trying not to stare (honestly!), but it was difficult for how wonderful she looked. He shook the bottle, uncapped it and squeezed the lotion onto his fingertips. He started on her neck and behind her ears then worked his way down her back, using his palm after a while.
He realized that he'd fallen silent and cleared his throat. For as long as they'd known each other and his history back home you'd think that he'd be more suave in these situations. His (admittedly self-inflected) extreme isolation played a major part in it, however. He had no one to blame but himself, but at least he was trying to change. "Did you ever wonder what your life would be like if you weren't brought here? Or what it'd be like if we'd never met?" It seemed like a question out of left field, but one that he'd been pondering for some time to bring it up.