Re: Dawn + Gabriel
Pink rose on Dawn's cheeks, not out of embarrassment since that was something she rarely felt, but from the flash of heat she felt as she remembered that night and the earth-shattering orgasms. At the time, it had felt like he'd used his mouth to break her into a million dazzling pieces.
And what? He'd gone home that night to pen a sermon? That was mind-boggling. He was still flirting too, which made even less sense. Maybe if she'd been religious it would have been scandalizing, yet instead it was weirdly intriguing.
Dawn picked up the ketchup, squirting a streak of it onto her hotdog. "Oh, uh, fine, I guess?" It was a lame answer, she knew, but she wasn't about to tell this near-stranger that a threesome might have made her question her sexuality, which was really the biggest thing to have happened to her since that lake party. "Just work and the usual sort of thing."
She narrowed her eyes slightly, not sure what to make of this whole priest... thing. "Should I even be calling you Gabriel?" she asked, eyeing the collar once more wondering if there was some other title she was supposed to use. Even just the idea felt faintly ridiculous since she knew him, well, biblically.