~ IVY ~

I drummed my fingers against the surface of my dresser, glancing over my shoulder at my phone. I had tossed it onto the bed after sending a text to Romeo. I was relieved that it had not landed on the floor.

The message itself was not risky, but it was an emotional risk for me to send it. I was anxious for his response, and my heart was beating rapidly.

I could not stop my mind from racing. What if everything he had written in the letter had been a prank? Why did I always feel so anxious when it came to Romeo? I hated that he...