ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

His breath catches as he dries the bowl she hands him, finding it impossible to explain the tingles that arise from each inadvertent touch. "Deal," he manages, swallowing past the dryness that's arisen in his throat. Tony's gaze flickers down to her mouth though he can't explain the impulse. Have they ever been this close before, physically? He can't recall, as though her proximity makes it damn near impossible to think of anything else.