“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.
“What?? I am not lying and you know it so.... it’s not talking s**t if it’s the truth.” She shrugs her shoulders.
“Haha very funny.” I roll my eyes at her.
I’m trying to remember the dream. Well, I’m just lying to myself. Of course I remember the dream. It featured me and a certain blue eyed mafia boss with the face of an angel and the
