Ana rolled over, away from the sunshine trying to wake her.
She sighed. She was wet and she knew why. Lance.
Images of the incredible dream she had of her best friend making love to her replayed in her mind. He’d whispered compliments and kissed her in a thousand places before he slid inside her, causing her to climax. A climax so strong, it woke her.
It seemed so real, and a melancholy shadow fell over her. Over these two weeks, he’d taught her so much about herself and her body. He showed her how much he loved her and once again proved how he’d always been there for her. Just as he had when she been nervous about starting a new school year. Or when he’d punched Bobby Jenkins in the mouth for lifting up her dress. Or a thousand other things he did for her.
Today would be their last ni
