"You've dreamed of spending nights here?" She flushed lightly at the idea of him here, in her bed just curled up close under the covers with her. 'I like the pastels. I'm not a huge fan of darker colors in the bedroom." At least not a girl's room.
Tugged to the bed, she flopped onto it and turned to face him, sill holding onto the hand that dragged her, not wanting to give it up. "You shouldn't numb your feelings Ben. they're there for a reason and maybe they should be a distraction for whatever reason. But you haven't told me what these feelings..." Even if she already had a pretty good idea. She shouldn't be asking him about it either though if she was being honest. He was drunk and bound to regret this later.