That was a stupid question. His body had never felt so alive. His mind never felt emptier.
Of course she was real.
In most cases, she was a dream. He’d imagined what she might look like all grown up in his own fantasies but it was never like this. She was always faceless and he was always lonely, trying to make believe his calloused hand was anything else but his.
Daniel lied half hard and still sticky with his release lingering on his skin with her cooling saliva still coating him wonderfully. His blood still surged through him as he fought for a chance to relax.
Her name stayed mercilessly on his lips, sighing out from him like smoke signals.
He felt stupid and wonderful and blissed out and… her body settling beside him brought his consciousness back to him in an instant.
“Te
