Chapter 9
Avery
Uptown, Emberford
I don’t feel like I deserve how sweet you are to me. Even now, sitting here in this dark cell, I feel like the luckiest guy in the world to have your attention.
You told me that when you’re sad, or having a bad day, you go back through and re-read the letters I’ve sent to you, and I haven't stopped smiling since. My mind constantly flashes to you curled up in your favorite reading chair by the window as you wrap yourself up in my words.
I haven't been able to keep all your letters. There aren’t a lot of hiding places around here, and if some of these guys found them, I’d be in big trouble.
Most of the men in here are fucking idiots, Avery.
They don’t even deserve to know that you exist. I’m still trying to convince myself that I’m worthy of your time and attention.
Not that I have much, but I’d give everything to wrap my arms around you. To hold you close to my chest and feel your breath against my skin.
I know I’ve still got two more years in here, but the thought of eventually being in the same room with you, the thought of touching you. The things I want to do… the way I would taste you
I need to be careful of what I say. I know sometimes they read these letters for security. I’ve heard of them intercepting inmate letters and not even informing the person. The very last thing I want to happen is for them to pull one of these and have it not get to you.
I never want you to think I’m ignoring you. I would never do that.
I don’t want to scare you, but I think I’m falling in love with you. Is that possible? My desire for you gets stronger with every letter you send.
I hope this note doesn’t freak you out, but I’ve made a habit of hiding my feelings my entire life, and I’m tired of it. I don’t want to hide anything from you ever!
I love you, Avery. I know it seems like there are so many mountains for us to climb, and I’m still stuck in this cage, but one day I’ll make our dreams come true. I promise.
All my love,
James