“Why did you have to wake me up early though. I was having a really nice dream.” I groan into my pillow.
“Girlllll. The dream you was having was really nice indeed.” She smirks.
“What do you mean??” I ask.
“I mean you were moaning and s**t. I was thinking.... should I wake you or let you sleep because it seemed to me that your little naughty dream is the most action you have gotten in like ..... ever ...” she snickers.
“You f*****g ....” I trail off.
My cheeks flush in embarassment, it feels so weird to know she was hearing my most vulnerable moments. I sigh heavily. I wish the ground could open now and swallow me whole. She has to know how much I hate being told I sleep talk.
“What?? I am not lying and you know it so.... it’s not talking s**t if it’s the truth.” She shrugs her shoul
