NINE

Dear Asshole,

Sorry my letters have been irregular. My therapist seriously think I shouldn't do this anymore. I couldn't stop though. No restraining orders have been filed yet anyway and I doubt you could file me one even if you wanted to.

So, I'm not going to tell you anything anymore and just cut to the chase.

Why did you kiss me?

You never answered my question because you just kissed me again when I asked.

Do you remember that day, Xavier?

You were about three days with Ella and you were still mad at me because I helped Holly get to you. I can still remember how your eyes were blazing with fury when I told you that we had to settle this stupid fight. I never really thought that it was possible to see in someone's eyes when they're mad but you proved me wrong. Your blue eyes were cold. The only emotion I saw was anger. It scared me.

But we both know being scared never amounted to anything in my boat.

So, I said something that was totally appropriate for the situation.

"Xavier Morgan, you wuss. Why don't you fight me like the man you claim to be? Quit giving me the cold shoulder because it just proves my point. You are the biggest goddamn coward if you don't talk to me this instant."

(Okay, so maybe calling you names wasn't really needed.)

You faced me angrily and I expected an answer but, instead, I received a kiss.

And it wasn't the sweet, slow-moving, first time type. No. It was the possessive, tongue-shoving, moan-inducing, ass-grabbing, pinning-against-the-wall type. Yeah, Xavier, I never really expected anything else.

I did, however, expect myself to give you a sucker punch when you did it.

But I didn't.

Instead, I shoved my tongue right back.

People told me it was supposed to make you feel hot and stuff but it didn't. It washot. But it didn't make me feel hot.

Because I felt the stupid butterflies, Xavier. I felt the stupid fucking butterflies.

I felt the electricity that made my toes curl.

I felt the moans erupt from my lips on their own.

I felt everything and it felt fucking right.

When you pulled back, our breathings were both ragged. You left me there. I was confused again as I walked home. The whole thing made my headache and I didn't get to eat dinner. (Dinner, Xavier? You do know that that's a big deal for me, right?) I fell asleep.

The next day, I found out you broke up with Ella Flemming,

I don't even know anymore,

Robyn,