“We should have done this months ago.” Matt struggles to catch his breath, a sign of a job well done. “The anticipation probably helped,” he says, kissing my cheek. “But you’re even better in real life than you were in my guilty fantasies.” I lift off and lie down next to him, and he immediately tucks a blanket over me. “Guilty?” I ask. “Friends aren’t supposed to fantasise about friends naked and moaning. But then again, you’ve dreamed about me too.” “Ha! You wish.” I tuck the blanket up my chest, rolling onto my back. “You talk in your sleep, remember?”
