Part of her wanted to smack him. If he'd just kept his mouth shut, they could have done whatever they wanted then decide later if they wanted it to have heavier connotations in their lives. But of course, he told her, because he always did.
But as the dream shifted around them, she couldn't help but get swept up in it all. And she did still want him. Everything seemed perfect, in that way dreams could. She got in closer, and nuzzled her nose against his.
"Just kiss me, Quinn," she told him, in no uncertain terms. "Shut up, and kiss me."