"You paint?" He'd been drawing in the dream she had had. She remembered the charcoal staining his fingers.

"I didn't know that. I'd love to see some of your work." In the dream, it'd been amazing. but that was probably because it was the dream, and he'd been drawing her. Saying amazing things about her.

She presses her lips together, her thighs echoing the thought.

"And were you obsessing over me while you did it?"