Griffin Quinn was the boy from Britain I corresponded with as a child. Although we were completely different, through hundreds of letters over the years, we became best friends, sharing our darkest, deepest secrets and creating an unbreakable bond. But that bond still broke one day.
And years later, another letter arrived. And a rude one at that – a letter that contained all his anger from the past eight years. I had no choice but to tell him why I had stopped writing to him. Griffin forgave me and somehow we managed to rekindle that close childhood relationship. Only, now we were adults and there was chemistry in the relationship, there were sparks. Our fun letters quickly became flirtatious, and then extremely rude, filled with our wildest fantasies. So it was only logical that we take it a step further and meet in person.
But Griffin didn't want to meet. He asked me to trust him and said it was for the best. But I wanted something more, so I decided to take a risk and go looking for him. People have done crazier things for love. But what I discovered there could change everything.
