EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY
Letter #57
Happy Birthday, Love,
You grow more beautiful every day.
Did you know I can feel you touching yourself at night? It took me a while to realize what you were doing. Do you think about me when you do? Tonight, imagine my tongue trailing across your skin, because one day it will. I’ll taste every inch of you.
Being apart from you is physically painful at times, but every day brings us closer to when we will finally meet.
Don’t be upset, but a dress was taken from your room when I sent my last letter. I’ve returned it along with five new ones made in the same style and size. Ora helped the seamstress select the finest fabrics.
The chests have been slightly enlarged because I noticed yours seemed tight. If you prefer your clothes tight, please use the money I’ve left to have them altered. I want you to be comfortable.
Viciously Yours, Nick
P.S. There’s also a sling. I know they’re for carrying infants, but I think your fox will fit in it too.
The garish brown fabric taunted Amelia as she looked at herself in the mirror. The hideous floral pattern clashed with shades of red, pink, purple, and yellow.
If she ever met Ora, she would strangle her with it.
