He sighs. “If it will make you more comfortable, but you have to promise to stay on your side of the bed and keep your hands to yourself.” I make a face. “You expect me to control dream me?” “You’ll have to or I’ll move to the couch.” “Fine.” I huff, closing my eyes tight and pressing my pointer fingers into my temples. “What are you doing?” I meet his gaze. “Telling my tequila drunk subconscious to behave, per your instruction.” The sound of his laughter is my reward.
