"I didn't have to dream about you being beautiful to know that it's true. I can see it plainly," Paul said, his arm going around her as she leaned in. Nobody better walk in. And they were definitely insane, but even despite all of that, Paul was just so grateful that Cassie didn't leave him in the break room to wallow in self-pity and Ocean Institute coffee.
He held his breath as she traced his jaw, relaxing somewhat when he actually exhaled. "I had the dream about three nights ago. I just wish I knew what it all meant. They're so...god-like? Like the slides I used to have to look at in Humanities classes."