ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

She take a seat next to him on the couch, sitting cross-legged with not quite an arm's length of space in between them. "Oh." She purses her lips a little in knowing amusement, averting her eyes down to her mug and bringing it up to take a sip. It's true, he doesn't usually bother to censor himself like this. It only highlights the change that's come over their relationship, and suddenly she has to fight another hot blush at the hazy memory of his lips against hers. "Maybe I shouldn't make you, then."