Re: Rafe/Gabe - Cabanas - 7:45 p.m.
"No, no," Gabe said, shaking his head. The cup (and the liquid it held) swayed with his movements, his whole body shifting forward until he was on the edge of his seat, clearly coming as close to Rafe as he could without touching him. His own face was now red, and he was glad for the sparse light offered by the party decor that hid their expressions from each other.
"I mean, I asked. And..." Saying it was crazy seemed unnecessary. But saying it aloud felt better. "It's crazy. And I'll just say it was as good as it was?" His tongue was too loose, either via the alcohol or something else. "Sorry, that...that was inappropriate. I just. I don't think I've had a dream like that since I was a teenager.
"And you said you've had a lot of these? With other people in the building?" He quickly changed the subject, tangentially, to give them both some breathing room.