“I used to dream about sleeping with you. In Michigan, I mean. Just like this.” My throat got tight. “Me too.” “Yeah? I don’t mean sex. Well, I dreamed about that, too. Plenty. But when I got in bed every night, I wished you were there. You know I love you, right?” “Yeah,” I choked out. I was happy that the lights were out, so that he couldn’t see my eyes shining again. “Goodnight, G.” “Goodnight, Rik.”
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