I mean it. I do have to go.” He shook his head again. “Why? Why do you always have to go?” He kissed me, hard. There wasn’t anything soft or sensual about it. It was angry, and I pulled away. “Stop it.” I pushed away from him. This time, he let me go. He swiped the back of his hand across his mouth, then crossed to the chair and grabbed up a pair of jeans he pulled on over his bare ass. He tugged a white tank top over his head, too, and ran his fingers through his hair before tying it into a ponytail. I watched him with my arms crossed. Angry and feeling stupid, because I’d put myself in this place on purpose, and I couldn’t seem to change anything. Well, if I couldn’t make him do what I wanted, I could at least wake up. Except, I couldn’t. I closed my eyes. I opened them. He was still there. I tried again. Nothing. “Shit,” I said miserably. “Yeah, it’s shit,” Johnny said. “No. Not… This isn’t…” I shook my head. Even if this wasn’t real, I couldn’t have him thinking I thought anything that had happened was shit.
