“Yes, but why?” Phoebe looks upset, like she’s worried.
I run over and kiss her. “I’m going to be fine. I always am. And because Collin, my beautiful angel up in heaven, said so.” I hold up the letter and turn to walk out the door. “Thank you both. I love you two. Thank you.”
TWENTY-TWO
JACK, JIM, JOHNNY, AND TESSA
“Lucas, wake up.”
I hear the voice of my angel, who in my head now has horns.
“Go away, fucking dream, nightmare, bullshit. This is so—”
“Lucas! Wake up!”
I open my eyes, and she is pulling me into a seated position.
“Honest to God, if I have to continue seeing you in dreams, could you at least be naked?”
She laughs.
“I know it is definitely a dream because my Tessa frowns. So, how about you leave me alone with Jack, Johnny, and Jim. They didn’t use to torture me with clothed Tessa dreams.”
“No? What did they help you dream about?”
“Tits. I’m just gonna feel your tits, and then I’ll know it’s a dream.” I drop the bottle of Jack on the bed. “Jack, you suck. Next time, I’m bringing Jim to bed.”
She laughs again.
“Tits, fake, taunting dream tits.”
“Oh, for God’s sake, you’re not dreaming, Lucas. Sober up.”
I lean forward and squint. “You look real.” I grab her tit. “You feel real.”
“Lucas, we need to talk, and you need to sober up now!”
“Angered the dream angel. Fuck you twice, Jack.” I swat the bottle on the floor then look at what’s going to be the start of a wet dream. “Shh … My dream. Be sweet, dream Tessa. I need to get off after this, and you’re not having a say in it.”
I grab her other tit. “Motor-boating, that’s the sport I’m going to take up. Fuck golf. Would have loved to do that to real Tessa.” I move closer, and she pushes me away.
“Lucas, I’m gonna slap you if you don’t stop and listen to me.”
“Slap my cock then.”
“Would you please sober up before I lose the courage to do this?” She pulls at me, and I laugh.
“Nope.” I lie down, letting my feet stay on the floor.
She leans down and kisses me. I take a deep breath and smell her. I’m pretty damn sure she’s here. But if it is her, why is she letting me play with her tits? Also … who the fuck cares?
I pull her down onto me, and she laughs. God, she’s happy.
“You’re fucking with me, Tessa, real or otherwise.”
“No, I’m not. Collin …”
“Oh, that is definitely real Tessa. Baby, I’m Lucas.” I let go of her, and she sits up, straddling me. “Who am I?”