My planned trip for two unexpectedly turned into a trip for one. I definitely couldn't fall in love with him, especially since all we had was just one year. Too bad he was headed back to England soon, so nothing could happen between us-for so many reasons. He eventually grew on me, and Caleb soon became one of my best friends that year. Sometimes incredibly funny and endearingly sweet. That was the type of infuriating person Caleb was. He’d actually rewrite my own words and send them back to me. Sometimes I’d email him to express my aggravation and disdain. The guy knew how to push every one of my buttons.

So, the spare room went to someone else: Caleb-the British guy from the men’s room.Īnd so it began…my love-hate story with Caleb Yates. I got home later that night and realized that the foreign student we were expecting to rent a room in my parents’ house was allergic to our cat. On the first day of orientation, I had an altercation with an infuriating British dude in a campus bathroom. The beginning of my sophomore year in college was off to a rough start. People have done crazier things for love. But I wanted more―more Griff, in the flesh―so I took a big chance and went looking for him. He asked that I trust him and said it was for the best. So it only made sense that we would take our relationship to the next level and see each other in person. Our letters quickly went from fun to flirty to downright dirty, revealing our wildest fantasies. Only now we were adults, and that connection had grown to a spark.

Griffin forgave me, and somehow we were able to rekindle our childhood connection. I had no choice but to finally come clean as to why I stopped writing.

A scathing one―one with eight years of pent-up anger. Then, out of the blue, a new letter arrived. Over the years, through hundreds of letters, we became best friends, sharing our deepest, darkest secrets and forming a connection I never thought could break. Griffin Quinn was my childhood pen pal, the British boy who couldn’t have been more different from me. I’d never forgotten him―a man I’d yet to meet. When a twist of fate had me working again in the very place our love affair started a decade earlier, I knew it was only a matter of time before I might see him again.Īnd most of all, I wasn’t prepared for today to be the day he came back. I knew little about his life now, just that he was an entrepreneur living an ocean away. That didn’t stop me from thinking about him every day for ten years. Instead, Gavin put me on a pedestal and loved me harder than I’d ever been loved in my life. He never treated me as his mother did-like hired help. He knew his mother would disown him if she found out about us in his eyes, we just had to be careful. Unfortunately, he was the son of my uppity employer-and very much off-limits.īut Gavin was a rebel.

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