Page 11 of Trusting Skulls (Rebel Skull MC #8)

Chapter Nine

Ash

W hen I open the letter, I catch the scent of her strawberry perfume. I bring it to my nose, inhaling dramatically.

I don’t know what made her change her mind. It doesn’t really matter. What’s important is that I’m about to get a peek inside her head.

Her handwriting is like an art form in and of itself. The flowing letters paint the page with such grace and beauty that I can hardly believe it’s all for me.

Dear Ash,

I used to write letters to my parents telling them about my days. I filled several pages, letting them know about my schoolwork, the activities I was involved in, and how the braces they paid so much for were slowly straightening my teeth.

What I didn’t tell them was how I sat by a tree for hours, longing for the little blue bird who flitted there to land on me.

I didn’t tell them about the woman at the donut shop, the one who always remembered my name, and how she quit without saying goodbye.

Or how I long for the sun to go down at night … just so I can breathe.

It’s been so long since I’ve written a letter, I find myself not knowing what to write about.

Which of those things would you prefer?

Do you want to simply know about my day, or do you want to read about the endless chatter of my mind?

I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed with either.

Lexie

I glance at the other envelopes, aching to read another, but she said only one. One is better than none. I google the colors of the rainbow and then fan them out across my bed in chronological order.

Somewhere over the rainbow.

So, I was right about the stuffed little dog on her bed. I thought he looked a lot like Toto.

There’s something about her that consumes my soul.

She’s beautiful on the outside, but I know her real beauty is within.

It’s buried under the pile of shit society and her parents have dumped on her.

I know because I’ve seen her in some pretty vulnerable moments where it’s shown through. That’s when I fell in love with her.

From the minute I met her, her spirit has been calling to me. If only I could keep her there, in the stillness of my heart. Someday it will happen. I just haven’t had enough time with her yet.

I think her writing to me with no intention of me ever reading her words makes them even more endearing … and honest.

There’s no way I’m staying away from her when I get home.

We’ve been apart long enough.