ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

He's perched on one arm of the sofa when she walks out, unable to keep his eyes from sliding downwards over her lithe body. It simply isn't fair how gorgeous she is, that's the conclusion he's come to. In a dumbstruck moment, he hands her his still half-full glass, though there's still enough for another in the bottle.