Eighteen-year-old, Bronwyn Littleton is in love with a stranger she met on a summer night a year ago.
A stranger who was tall and broad in a way that made her feel safe. He had dark blue eyes that she can’t stop drawing in her sketch book. And he had a deep, soothing voice that she can’t stop hearing in her dreams.
That’s all she knows about him though.
Until she runs into him again. At St. Mary’s School for Troubled Teenagers – an all girls reform school – where she’s trapped because of a little crime she committed in the name of her art.
Now she knows that her dream man has a name: Conrad Thorne.
She knows that his eyes are way bluer and way more beautiful than she thought. And that his face is an artist’s wonderland.
But she also knows that Conrad is her best friend’s older brother. Which means he’s completely off-limits. Not to mention, he’s the new soccer coach, which makes him off-limits times two.
What makes him off-limits times three however, and this whole scenario an epic tragedy, is that, Conrad, Wyn’s dream man, has a dream girl of his own.
And he’s as much in love with his dream girl as Wyn is in love with him…
NOTE: This is a STANDALONE set in the world of St. Mary’s.
Conrad is so sweet…
Keep reading to see the full Love Note!
Bronwyn,
Today’s Valentine’s Day – our first together – and I wanted to do something special, something that would make this day memorable.
Although, as I sit here and write this, while also watching you sleep in our bed, I realize that writing a letter may not be such a good idea. I’ve never been very good with words as you know. But Callie has assured me that a letter from me – no matter how ‘lame’ – would make you smile. So here I am.
And I want to tell you about a dream I had last night.
Well, not just last night. It’s a recurring dream that I’ve been having for the past couple of months now. In the dream, you always wear your yellow ballgown, the one you wore the night I met you, and you always stand in front of your house, at the very spot where I dropped you off and said goodbye.
You stand there and you smile at me and instead of saying goodbye, I don’t. Instead of turning back and leaving you there, I stay. I touch you. I put my hands on your cheeks. I put my hands in your hair too, bury my fingers in those long Rapunzel strands and breathe. I take the first deep breath that I’ve taken in a long time because I’m right. Your hair’s exactly how I imagined it would be.
I was imagining, you know. That night when I dropped you off and left you there. I was imagining what your hair must feel like, all loose and free. I wanted to touch it but of course, I didn’t.
But in the dream, I get to touch it. I also get to kiss you. I get to tell you that you’re the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever seen. The most passionate and fiery thing.
I regret a lot of things with you, Bronwyn. A lot of things I put you through before I pulled my head out of my ass and got a handle on my bullshit. But leaving you there that night is the biggest regret I have.
I know you’d tell me to get over it as you have many times before. Because it doesn’t matter what happened in the past; we’re together now. Even so, I want you to know that I’m not letting you go. I’m never letting you go.
You’re mine now, my wallflower, and I’m yours. And I’ll take care of you for the rest of your life.
Yours,
Thorn
PS: I love you.
PPS: I’m taking you out to your favorite Mexican place. And this time, we are making it to the restaurant and eating real food. Instead of ending up on the floor on in bed. Or on the fucking couch, eating each other up. So behave and be ready at 7. We’re doing things properly tonight and in fucking order.
Writer of bad romances.
Lana Del Rey of the book world.
Saffron A. Kent is a USA Today Bestselling Author of Contemporary and New Adult romance.
She has an MFA in Creative Writing and she lives in New York City with her nerdy and supportive husband.
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