Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
I don’t get a spring break anymore. However, we do have layoffs occasionally between runs. That’s when we have a week or two with no rehearsals or classes or anything. But we still have to do training on our own to stay in top condition and keep our technique.
Camping at the beach sounds amazing. I’ve never been camping, as Melissa and Matt didn’t really like to leave Salt Lake unless absolutely necessary, and I’ve also never been to the beach.
Your town’s spring festival sounds fun. Do you still do that? I hope you do because I would love to attend it with you.
Okay, this letter is getting way longer than I intended. I am going to wrap it up now because I know I’m going to be seeing or actually talking to you soon, anyway.
All my best,
Twinkle Toes
I had to fight back against the tightness in my chest as I finished the letter. The wave of nostalgia that hit me while reading was unexpected and overwhelming. I remembered the same anticipation of waiting for her letters, the same problem of remembering something important I needed to tell her and rushing to get it into my most recent letter before I sent it off.
But there was one thing in the letter that stuck out to me even more. “Wait, you’ve never been to the beach?” I asked, my brow wrinkling as I stepped back from her body in shock.
“Really? That whole letter and that’s what you take away from it?” she asked with a scoff, putting her hands on her hips.
“But have you really never been to the beach?” I repeated.
“No, never.” She shrugged, tucking her hands into the sleeves of her sweater and crossing her arms. “You forget I’m from Colorado, and then I lived in Salt Lake. Other than going to NYC for the Youth America Grand Prix, I’ve never even seen the ocean.”
I just stared at her, still. Of course, I knew there were people on this planet who had never seen the beach or the ocean, but I’d never met any of them.
“How long is your layoff again?” I asked.
“We have two weeks before rehearsals start,” she said.
“So you don’t have class or rehearsal or anything tomorrow?”
“Nope.”
Perfect.
“Get in the truck,” I ordered, opening the passenger door for her.
“Why?” She laughed, looking at me like I’d grown two heads.
“Get. In. The. Truck.” I paused after each word, my smirk growing every time I spoke.
“But why?”
“Just get in!” I exclaimed, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards me. “Be spontaneous, Twinkle Toes.”
She shook her head at me, but I pulled her purse off her, tossed it into the truck, then lifted her by her waist and set her in the passenger seat, buckling her in before she could protest.
I kept my hands on the seat on either side of her hips and leaned in close until my mouth was inches away from hers. Her soft pink lips parted, and she inhaled sharply.
“Trust me. You’ll like this,” I promised.
I waited for a beat, my eyes darting down to her lips, then I pulled away and shut the door so I could get in and get us on the road.
As I got in, I peeked in the backseat, checking that my camping supplies were still stored back there and that Seb or Reid hadn’t decided to borrow them without asking again.
I smiled as I started the truck, way too pleased with myself for this idea I had come up with. It was fun, slightly romantic, and it would get me to have Haven all to myself for twenty-four hours at least.
I first took us through a drive-thru to grab some coffee and food. Then we drove in relative silence for a while, the radio the only sound aside from Haven’s occasional light humming.
I stole a peek at her as I drove, trying to admire her without her knowing as she watched the trees and hills pass us by through her window.
Her red curls were wild, and the sun glinted off them, setting them aflame. She extended her long legs, her feet resting on my dashboard. Had it been anyone else, I would have gotten irritated and made them take them off, but because it was her, because of the view it gave me of her ivory skin, I let it slide.
I cut my perusal of her body short when she turned the volume down and said, “So, are you going to tell me where we’re going, Wes?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes, that’s why I said, ‘So are you going to tell me where we’re going, Wes?'”
I laughed, shaking my head at her, then grabbed her hand resting on the armrest between us.
“You don’t like surprises very much, do you?”
“I like good surprises.”
“This is a good surprise. I promise.”
She sighed and rolled her eyes but smiled at me. “All right then. Keep your secrets.”
“Just relax and rest a little, Frodo,” I teased her. “We still have a journey ahead of us, and I know you’re worn out from your performances.”
“Bossy,” she muttered, and I laughed again.
But she closed her eyes, and soon her deep, even breathing told me she was asleep, and I pulled my phone out to make the phone calls I needed in order to enact my surprise for her.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
Dayson was the alpha of the largest pack in North America. Powerful figures from other packs sought to offer gorgeous girls as potential mates for Dayson. He steadfastly rejected these advances, he was not a pawn to be manipulated. But eventually there came a mysterious girl he could hardly say No. Who was she?