“Sorry,” she whispers. “But it’s almost nine. Can you drive me home?” “Uh” is all I can say, because not only did I wake up five seconds ago, but Lucy’s right hand is about five inches away from my leftover dream boner. This would probably freak her out, if she knew, because it’s really freaking me out, and I’m attached to it. “No one else is up yet,” Lucy says. “I AM UP,” Leftover Dream Boner says.
