Page 149 of Come Back to Me

With a squeeze to his fingers, I relinquish my hold on his hand and return inside, then I play his request.

He’s earned it.

Letter

Dear Cody,

I’ve led a charmed life.

I’ve had lovely parents (who drive me insane with how much they care [I know I’m privileged]) and I have wonderful grandparents.

My brother drives me nuts, but I love him.

I love them all.

I’ve never been hurt.

Or abused.

But I’ve led a lonely life.

Which, I know, is insane.

I’m surrounded by people, but as much as Zee is my soul mate, I think I met the other half of my soul the day I wrote to this pilot called Butch Cassidy.

Am I laying everything on the line by telling you that? Sure.

But this is it—‘do or die’ time.

If you can’t handle that, then cut ties now.

My admission isn’t your ‘get out of jail free’ card, either. Because of how much I trusted you, the hurt you laid on me was ten times more intense than anything any other guy or girl has put me through.

We’re not okay. But we’re better than we were.

If we can only be friends, I’m fine with that. Soul mates don’t need to share bodily fluids. (Though, admittedly, I’ve shared a lot with Zee. [Long story. No. Don’t ask.]) But we need to work back to that. And the sharing of semen and vaginal secretions. (:P [Sexy talk.])

I’m ready to give you a chance, but, soldier boy, this is the last time I will.

So, be prepared.

Yours,

Tee

Tee

The next day

“What are you doing?”

“What do you think, Callan?”

“I don’t know. Cody’s not here.”

I sniff. “Why would that matter?”

“I saw you on the porch swing with him yesterday. What’s going on with you?”

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