Dirty Deets

Somehow I felt a blush rising on my cheeks as I heard him snoring sleeping on my stomach. My mind has flashed images of his fingers trailing over my body as I trespassed into his room just wearing a towel.

I felt knots forming in my stomach and even the simple eye stare from him is making me feel like I am being valued.

What if we were not rivals? What if we are normal people, like Shelly or Ayda who doesn't have to live every second wearing a bulletproof vest or fearing a threat? What if we had been doing something petty and met somewhere.

I felt too silly dreaming all this, utterly stupid. Maybe that's what dreams are for, finding happiness in an alternate universe as reality is often gruesome.

Zach Accardo, the Mafia lord who was even able to scare my father is now snoring softly sleeping over me like a baby. Though he was quite heavy and held me strongly I could only smile, ear to ear.