“Weirdo,” she mutters as she walks out the door.

I rub my face with both hands, pressing my palms into my eyes until spots dance across my vision. No… no, this can’t be a dream. It felt so real.

Argh. I shake my head sharply, trying to shake it off.

Doesn’t matter.

Just have to set up the surprise for him alongside Nelly. Good thing the ‘threesome’ isn’t a dream either.

I jump out of bed, slipping my feet into the fluffy flip-flops. My legs feel a little wobbly, like ...