Hey, this one's really heavy.

Oh, am I to help you unpack too, princess?

Should I just come back when mom gets home?

Let's watch the next episode.

Your father's already waiting for me.

Maybe he's asleep.

He's still mad about today, so I don't want to push any more buttons.

It's not fair.

My car keys.

Fair or not, you know, this is his house.

I'm almost 20. It's my car.

I know, sweetie, but, you know, he pays for it, so in his eyes, he...

Look, he'll soften by tomorrow.

I'll, um, butter him up tonight.

I won't budge.

You're supposed to say thank you for being the best stepmom in the whole world

for at least trying to stand up to my mean, grumpy father.

The master's calling.

I know, but if he hears you, it'll make him angry.

He's always angry.

Look.

Just try to be patient, okay?

You know he's not the boss of me, right?

Go for a drive if I want to.

I know, sweetie.

That feels really good.

Feeling frisky again, honey.

You didn't say stop.

I saw you, and I carried away.

I'm sorry.

Where are you going?

Back to bed.

What were you doing?

I was sleepwalking.

I don't believe you.

If your father had woken...

If he had woken up...

Us?

He would have lost his mind.

I got carried away.

I'm sorry.

It won't happen again.

Okay.

Well, you're not really answering my question about what you were doing in there.

I was looking...

I heard something.

I want to go check.

Heard what?

You were dreaming?

I was.

What were you dreaming about?

Would you believe I was dreaming about us?

Us?

Shh.

Your father's on the other side of the wall.

Imagine what he'd do if he heard us.

I really don't think I should say.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I think we're a little pushed past secrets, don't you?

What was that?

My dream.

That's it?

Well, the rest of it was a little more racy.

You sure it was just a dream?

I'm not so sure anymore.

I mean you were a very naughty boy sneaking into my bed like that.

Could you at least tell me?

Oh, God.

Why the hell am I being so candid with you right now?

I feel so stupid.

No.

Please.

This thing between you and me, it's...

Intense?

Yes. No, it's not what I meant.

Sexy?

Jesus Christ.

Mad at me?

No, I'm mad at myself.

You know, even your father has begun noticing that something's off.

He keeps asking me if I wish he were a younger man.

Youth isn't something he has anymore.

No, he's constantly trying to prove his vigor.

Vigor? Yeah, that's definitely not gross.

Well, I don't think either one of us is in any kind of a position to decide what's gross or not.

Sometimes, when I hear you guys, I wish I was him.

You hear us having sex?

You aren't really discreet.

God, your father, he needs me to constantly reassure him that he's still attractive and sexy.

Listen, I think that you and I need to take some time apart.

You know, all the things we do, you know, the playing tag and tickling and the pool, it just feels wrong.

And no more late night TV binges.

Fine, but I have a condition.

I want you to show me what happened in your dream.

You want me to kiss you?

Yes.

That's nice, but was it honest?

How do you always know when I'm lying?

Because you're easy to read.

So you, you want a real kiss?

Now you make love to me.