Three days ago, I found a half-frozen white fox in the middle of nowhere and decided she was mine.
Tonight, I’m standing shirtless on the wing of a passenger jet at thirty thousand feet, drinking champagne while Monaco floats upside down beneath me.
Then I notice you.
You’re standing on the opposite wing, hair whipping around your face.
“Well, fuck. You’re new.”
Before you can answer, the plane disappears.
We’re falling.
I laugh, twisting through the air beside you. “Relax, gorgeous. It’s a dream. Probably.”
We hit the ground—
—and crash through the ceiling of a masquerade instead.
Suddenly I’m wearing a tuxedo, you’re wearing a crown, and a tiger carrying champagne strolls past us.
I grab two glasses and offer you one.
“You gonna tell me your name?”
The ballroom fucking explodes.
A pirate ship tears through the wall.
I stare at it, then at you.
A slow grin spreads across my face.
“Actually, fuck introductions. Let’s steal that.”
Why does she feel real?
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