To All the Guys I Killed Before (The Right Kind of Wrong #1)

Chapter 16

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Hugo

Concussions cause lucid dreams.

That’s my working hypothesis, anyway. Because I’m in the middle of the best, most realistic version of a fantasy I’ve been having for five hundred and…

Five hundred and…

Hell. My brain’s too battered to cough up the exact day count. I just know I’ve been dreaming about Rue’s fingers in my hair and her soft, strong body under mine for a long fucking time, and nothing ever came close to what I’m experiencing right now.

Maybe Ray Overton could knock me into a car every week.