Dream Love
she said proudly.
“He’s also good to you,” I pointed out.
It didn’t matter that I had so little in common with Tom that I barely spent time with him. I was still able to see his good points and how much he loved my dear friend.
“You’re a good friend,” she said as she snuggled me close.
“You’re more like my sister than my friend,” I pointed out.
“We are, aren’t we? Here we are, two only children, picking our sisters instead of having to take what got dished out to us,” she mused sleepily as she gave me a quick kiss on my neck near my scar. “How lucky are we?”