I hadn’t expected to want to go. Although that part was only natural. Anyone would be curious after getting this kind of letter. It definitely wasn’t that I wanted to see her again. That I’d fucking dreamed about her for five years, not just the dark hair that I’d always wanted to feel in my fingers, but her sweet, curvaceous body, a rack worthy of a fucking porn star, freckles across her nose that I wanted to trace with my finger, those violet eyes that seemed to see right through all my bullshit. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
