“Why not? Those letters were holy shit levels of hot. I’m talking disappear-into-my-room-for-an-hour and can-only-cool-off-with-a-cold-shower hot.” “Really?” Her voice pitched up and the flush of her cheeks set in deeper. I took her chin between my fingers and tilted her head up. “How many times do I have to tell you, Jules. I’m into you. Whether it’s in letter form, cookie form, pole dancing form, sitting in your sweats on the couch watching TV form, or any other way you want to show me what you’re all about, I’m here for it. I’m here for you.”
