"I like how you think," he commented in response to her idea about a converted warehouse. His fingertips lightly raked where they reached at the small of her back, still leading the silent slow dance. He enjoyed the scratch of her nails and mimicked the touch unconsciously.

His mind thought of the space being one they could live comfortably in and plan for a future. "So you'll be walking around naked too. I think a nice big walk-in shower but also a tub we can soak in. Then a big bed we can... sleep in." Among other things. The unsaid insinuation was heavy in his gaze and drop in octave when he spoke.