Chapter 2
My hand was between my legs and I was absolutely soaked. The s*x was always better in my dreams, that's probably why I loved to f**k Nick right after I woke up.
I'd been touching myself in my sleep. It had become a bad habit ever since we broke up, Nick and I. It was one month ago and that dream was still haunting me. As far as dreams go, that's not too bad. But it's a s**t feeling to wake up and have to remind yourself your lover doesn't love you anymore (whether or not I loved him).
I woke just in time, as it turned out. On my bedside table, my phone was vibrating. Becky was calling. I fumbled in the dark for the phone and pressed it a few times until I heard her sobbing at me. "Doug!" she blubbered.
"Honey, I just woke up."
"I'm coming over," she said.
"No," I groaned. "
