Dirty Letters

by Vi Keeland

It was opened to an article titled ‘Fifty Dream First Dates That Are Free.’” I laughed. “Did it work?” “I ripped the pages from the magazine and took her on one of those fifty dates every single week for fifty consecutive weeks.

By the time I got to the last one, I’d just graduated and secured my first job. I proposed on our fiftieth free date—inside a tent I’d made out of sheets in the backyard.”

“Cole Archer. I don’t usually go for men under forty, but I wouldn’t kick him out of bed for eating crackers.” She wiggled her eyebrows and whispered, “I’d like to lick the crumbs off that one.”

What comes easy won’t last long, and what lasts long won’t come easy.”