Deidre swiped at his hand.
It swiped at her, and she backpedaled, hopping to her feet.
"Don't have time, don't want the drama," he replied and swiped his T-shirt from the ground.
Darian swiped his towel from another machine and approached.
She'd stepped near him in her dream, until he swiped at her, and she tried to free a scream from her frozen body.