24
Wick
I’d barely fallen asleep when someone touched my shoulder. With a gasp, I woke, jumping half out of my skin.
And then, realizing only one person could logically be nudging me awake, I shot upright into a sitting position and blinked into the dark room—my brain muzzy and still half out of it—until she finally came into focus.
“Haven? What’s—”
“Shh.” She pressed her fingers to my mouth. “Don’t say a word. This isn’t real. Okay? Just… Please. Don’t make it real. I need this. I just need…”
She clutched my covers and ripped them away before climbing on top of me and straddling my waist, where she sat down directly on my d**k.
Holy s**t!
“But—”
I have no idea what I wanted to say but about; there was absolutely nothing she’d done so far that I objected to.
She must’ve thought I
