"Castle."

There's a sharpness as well as a fondness in the way she utters his name; one hand braces along the back of the couch to keep her half-propped as she leans forward, hovering over him.

"This, right here? As close as you're going to get."

Dangerous is a good word for it. She's counting on her arm to hold her. One slip and she'll be right on top of him.