That was definitely Graham instigating the movement that time. The thought raced like fireworks down his spine, and then he was eye to eye with Graham, his pupils dilated from a mix of alcohol and lust pooling in the pit of his stomach. Yeah, denying his attraction to Graham was definitely no longer an option.

"I may have thought about doing this more than a couple passing instances, recently." Was he actually going to admit to that? Okay, maybe he was. This might have been slightly less awkward thanks to the alcohol and Graham not shoving him off, but waking up from one of his narcoleptic attacks with a serious problem and the knowledge that it had been caused by dreams of the Sheriff? That had been awkward more than twice, at least.

"But I think in this instance I may take your advice and speak a little less than I am usually inclined to do."

It was purposeful determination that had him moving his time, shifting until he was straddling Graham, hands on either side of the sheriff on the couch, and he rolled his hips, forcing that contact to more direct and focused points that made his words catch roughly in his throat.

It was a wonder half the town was not after Graham, really. Ripley was fairly certain they would be if anyone opened their eyes past their own problems.