“I miss you.”
“Brit. It’s Jaime. Sorry I missed you… again. It is one in the morning so that would explain it. I’m also… uhh… I’m kind of drunk… Fuck. Fuck, Brit. Boston was amazing and you are amazing and you did nothing. You did nothing to deserve being ignored. I’m just… goddamnit, Brit. I’m a fuck-up, but you have to trust me that what happened at your dad’s company isn’t what it seems. I just… I wish I could explain to you. Goodbye, Brit.”
----Original Message-----
From: Britain McCulley (britmccull@epuniversity.net)
Sent: June 14th, 2014
To: Jaime Rivera (jrivera@mail.net)
Subject: Fuck You.
Jaime,
Although you’re an ass, I’m willing to look past everything to give you a chance.
We all have demons. I want to hear what you have to say.
Despite everything that happened in Boston, I guarantee that you still think I’m some delicate porcelain princess.
Leaving for home in a week, and I plan to be lounging around the pool every day. You know, if you’re in the area.
I still have that red bikini.
Love,
Britain
From: Jaime Rivera (jrivera@epuniversity.net
Sent: June 15th, 2014
To: Britain McCulley (britmccull@epuniversity.net))
Subject: Re: Fuck You.
Britain,
Keep your bedroom window unlocked.
See you in a week.
Jaime
Acknowledgements
Special thanks to my husband, a mighty fine source of inspiration.
To Sara and Eva, who aren’t afraid to talk smut with me. Well, most of the time.
And to my amazing fans. You know, for putting up with my corny jokes.