Dreams Lie Beneath

by Rebecca Ross

“No, not a lover. A rival would be a better term. She despises me.”

Hehehe

“Talk more about what?” he asked. “The fact that you missed me?” I suddenly couldn’t tell if he was humoring me or deadly serious. “I never said that I missed you. I said that it was quiet here.” He took another step closer. “Then let me be the first to confess. I missed you.”

AHHHHH

“Is he hurling daggers my way?” “On the contrary. He looks immensely jealous of me, as if he longs to be the one who made you laugh.”