She looked up at him playfully, turning to the side to give him some room. "You realize that this will be groundbreaking if it works?"
She scooted over, and when he got in, the sides shot up by their weight, letting them fall towards each other in the center. Ophelia laughed out loud, her hand on his chest. "Perfect!"
She blushed, looking back at him and letting her hand curl on his chest. "I love being close to you."
She beamed at him before resting her head in the curve of his neck. "We still need to plan, you know?" she murmured, her hands rubbing his back gently. "We can't get complacent."
"You can't get distracted just because you have a crush on the girl who lives in the room next door," she teased sleepily, closing her eyes.
"No, you can't," she insisted, opening her eyes and looking up at him. "This still is priority number one, Abel. It has to be. You've only known me for three months. The Rebellion has been your entire life."
She laughed a little, reaching up and running her fingers through his hair, a dark lock slipping between her fingers. "Well, it doesn't make sense to have me be your entire life either. What do you want?"
Her brow furrowed and she reached up, holding his face in her hands. "Don't say that. You have the world going for you."
