Daydreamers, A Poem✔️

Chapter 14

One look from Lee and I am drowning.

I scoot over to let her sit next to me.

My mother glares at us with narrowed eyes,

But we are happening—sort of.

Lee's pinkie finger finds mine.

We twine them together for strength.

I watch our Bishop take the podium and start his weekly sermon.

I can't hear anything over my pounding heart.

Lee traces the soft skin under my palm with her thumb.

The small circles she makes, soothing.

She slips off her white heels.

Her bare feet graze my stocking covered ankles.

I shudder, my body frozen.

Then I glace up and find Jorge in the pew.

He's watching us with borderline zealous possession.

My body seizes.

I've never felt so deliciously trapped.

Then he lets me go with a blink,

And I watch as Lee and Jorge find one another—

With curiosity.