Lovers, sticky-sweet in their honeyed romance, often wish to spend every moment together.
Alyssa and Julia shared a bed.
Alyssa tossed and turned, sleep eluding her grasp.
Julia, groggy, asked, "What's wrong, can't get comfy?"
Alyssa whispered, "Julia, I'm really envious of you."
"Envious of what?"
"Envious that someone loves you so much."
Julia tucked the blanket around Alyssa. "Silly girl, you're still young. You'll meet someone who adores you just as much when you're older."
Julia's words weighed heavily on Alyssa's heart. She knew she might one day meet someone who had feelings for her, but the fear lingered that she might not find someone who could evoke the same level of affection she felt for Michael..
She never imagined falling for a rebel, a bad boy, especially when he was her best friend's boyfriend.
The next day dawned, bright and clear.
Michael arrived early, bearing breakfast from the town's diner: savory grits and crispy bacon.
They sat in the yard, basking in the glorious sunshine.
Julia's mother had spread the wheat out to dry, creating miniature hillocks across the yard.
While they ate, Michael urged, "Eat up, I'm taking you both for a day out in town."
That day was perhaps the happiest Alyssa had ever been.
She could watch Michael all day, even if it was often just his back. Bitter-sweet, yet her heart swelled with joy.
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