Page 54 of One Night

Amber

I've read his letter over and over again and yet here I am, reading it once more. That's the great thing about letters. Unlike texts and emails, letters can sit in your drawer forever, to be read whenever you want.

Dear Amber,

I think you're beautiful. Did I tell you that? I'm sure I have, but if not, I'm telling you again, this time on paper. I thought you were beautiful the moment I saw you. You caught my attention from across the room and I couldn't take my eyes off you. I still can't.

But it's more than just your beauty that drew me to you. It was something else. I don't really know what it was because it was something I've never felt before.

The way our relationship started out, you may think I'm only interested in you for that, but it's not true. I promise you, Amber, it's not. I've thought about you since the day you left, wanting to know more about you, wanting to date you, wondering where we'd be right now if you hadn't run out on me that night.

Part of me is still angry at you for that and doesn't fully understand why you did it. But none of that matters now because we have a second chance. A chance to see where that one night could lead.

Yours truly,

Dylan

P.S. - Do not let anyone see these letters! If you do, I might lose my man card. Seriously, Amber. This goes in the vault. For your eyes only.

I laugh at that last part. He didn't need to tell me that. I wouldn't show his letters to anyone, and I trust he wouldn't show anyone mine. I didn't pour my heart out in mine the way he did in his but that's because I'm not great about sharing my feelings.

"Amber?" I hear Kira yell. "Are you home?"

She's been gone all day. After walking in on Dylan and me, she stayed at Austin's place for the rest of the day.

"I'm here," I tell her, meeting her in the kitchen.

She turns toward me, a big wide grin on her face. "So?"

"So what?" I say, going past her to the fridge.

"What happened?" She grabs my arm, stopping me.

"He came over."

She looks around. "Is he still here? In your room?"

"He didn't go in my room. He wasn't here that long. He came by and brought me a letter and we went and had coffee down the street."

"And kissed." She can't stop grinning. She's wanted Dylan and me to get together ever since I told her about him last August.

"Yes. We kissed. But that's all we did."

"And? How was it? How was the kiss? As good as last time?"

"Better." I can't help but smile as I say it.

"Details." She pulls me to the table to sit down.

"There aren't any details. We kissed. That's it."

"Oh, please. That wasn't just any kiss. You're practically breathless just talking about it. And when Austin and I walked in and caught you guys, it took you forever to even notice we were there. That had to be some kiss for you to react like that."

"It was," I say, unable to stop the dreamy tone in my voice. "I don't even know how to describe it. I've never felt that way from a kiss."

"But it didn't go anywhere? You guys just left to get coffee?"

"I changed clothes first." I pause. "And Dylan saw me naked."

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