“People have said that to me. Maybe I just don’t have very vivid dreams.” She brought her hand up and drew it through his hair. She plucked his glass out of his hand and put it on the coffee table next to her own. “Or maybe I just dream about other things.” He smiled. The preamble was apparently over. He turned to face her and pressed her down onto the couch until she was underneath him. “Yeah? What is it that you dream about?”
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