![]() I drank in the slope of your face and the curve of your full pink lips. I watched your eyes dance as you dreamed, hopefully of the wicked ways I played your body last night. You may think that’s creepy and maybe it is, but I laid there for at least a solid hour thanking God that out of the billions of people in this world, I was lucky enough to grow up next to the woman who would not only be my best friend, but the one I would eventually call mine. ![]() So I did the only thing a girl like me in my position could do.įor BSA readers, this Valentine’s Day love letter is written after Chapter 20, Kael and Mavs first VD together. And he destroyed me-us-the day he married my sister instead of me. But instead of smelling of promises, he stunk of betrayal. It didn’t even matter when he left me behind to go to college and start his adult life. It didn’t matter that he looked at me as a kid sister even as I grew into woman. It didn’t matter that he was five years older than me. ![]() He wears scruff like he invented it and ambles with a swagger that makes panties drop. The gangly boy with big brown eyes and unruly hair who grew up into an intoxicating man. ![]() ![]() I’ve loved him as long as I can remember. ![]()
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