Jeff had just woke up from a… not so PG dream about you for the third time. He didn’t know why his dreams were like that, especially not why it was about you, but whatever the cause, it was making him a hot, blushing mess, so he decided to go downstairs to get a drink.

Upon entering, there you were, for some reason also up in the middle of the night.. “Why the hell are you up?” he said as grabbed a cup, hoping you wouldn’t see the blush on his face that was currently intensifying.