“Sticking us together, Reed…us…us sticking together…”
“Mars, Mars? Wake up, man.” Fingers closed around one of my shoulders and shook me. “Yes, it’s me, buddy, wake up. Wake up…”
“Huh? What?” My eyelids came open and I found Reed sitting on my mattress next to me. His long hair, mussed from slumber, hung in his forehead and around his neck, and I also couldn’t help but notice the luscious hair covering his bare torso. “What did you say?”
He chuckled. “Wow, that must have been some fuckin’ dream.”
“A fuckin’ what?” Oh my God, he had hit the target, I decided, when recollections of the wickedly wild “f*****g dream” rushed through my brain. And as I moved to sit up, I realized that a sticky, warm by-product of that dream had temporarily glued the bed sheet to my belly. “A dream? Oh, yeah,
