The nightmares are so bad that I don’t sleep much, so when Joey comes knocking on my window at three o’clock in the morning, I’m wide awake and rather horny. In fact, for some reason, the second I let him into my room, I find myself kissing him.
I don’t get very far. For about three seconds, I successfully pin him to the floor of my room, straddling him in a rather delightful way. But as quickly as it started, it ends.
“Stop,” he says, shoving me off him a little too forcefully and rising to his feet. “Riley, I told you, no kissing.”
“I didn’t know you were serious.”
“Try believing me when I say things from now on.”
I glare at him, rising to my own feet. “If you want to be an asshole, you can go be an asshole somewhere else.”
“I don’t want to be an asshole; I just don’t want to kiss
