"He glanced at me, his eyes dark. "Would you rather talk about your dream?" "No." "Considering that I was featured in it, I think I deserve to know the particulars. Were my clothes missing because we were in bed? Was I touching you?" He glanced at me. His voice could've melted clothes off my body. "Were you touching me?" I shouldn't have gotten into his car. I should've taken a separate vehicle. "Cat got your tongue, Nevada?" "No, we weren't in bed. I was pushing you off a cliff to your death." I pointed at the highway. "Take the next exit and stay in the right lane, please. We'll need to make a right." He chuckled and took the exit."