“I suppose when you dreamed of me I was more obliging?” Nicky asks, still smiling, fighting a laugh.
Joe shakes his head, “You were already at my mercy.”
“I always am.” Nicky says. The blunt edge of it sticks in Joe’s chest, right next to ‘Eurydice’, up against his heart.
(tldr; Joe dreams about riding Nicky, has a lot of feelings, and then makes his dream a reality.)
