I was fairly positive I haven't dreamed of the hot Goddess with silver eyes and the best rack I've ever seen, or taste for that matter. I know I have a wild imagination, that's also what my parents used to tell me after every crazy stunt I pulled with the guys causing all kinds of havoc in the Pack, but I never had an imaginary friend. An imaginary s*x friend to be exact.
Besides, the faintest scent of wildflowers lingering on my yesterday's clothing made me sure she was real. She has to be. It would be a damn shame for the world if she wasn't.
I reluctantly took a shower, not exactly wanting to wash the last traces of her smell off me, but then again I couldn't start my next day smelling like whiskey, and then I dressed for the day.
I need to find her, she's the only one who can tel
