July 25
Dear Creed,
Do my eyes deceive me, or did Collins actually catch you pouting? I’ve got it tacked to my motivation board in my room, so don’t go thinking it’s spoiling your “bad boy” persona. You’re still a badass rockstar to me.
But speaking of, you should be back in the studio by now. I hope you’re able to make some progress on the new album. Right now, I’m holding my drum sticks with fucking pool noodles and can’t hold a beat with how bad my wrist tremors are, but Wilder says I’m making progress.
Please don’t feel like you have to wait on me to get some drums into the songs. Really. I don’t want to be the factor that holds you back, so please, do whatever you have to do.
I miss you.
Xx
—Riley
P.S. If it makes you feel better, you look cute when you pout.
I might regret those words because I’ve never flirted with Creed before, but it felt right. So I slide the selfie that I took this morning inside of it, seal the envelope, and drop it in the mailbox at the front office.
August 1
Dear Riley,
Are you teasing me?? You better watch it, or I’ll bend you right over my fucking knee and show you exactly what’ll happen to your sweet, freckled ass when you taunt my macho-manliness.
It’s one thing for Collins to walk around here looking like a wet dream and not be able to touch her until the doc gives the all-clear for her, but now I’ve got your sleepy, sexy selfies AND you’re teasing me? Riley, baby, I’m only so strong, and don’t think I won’t break that no visitor policy if you keep that up.
But on a different note—HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND?! Sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just…there’s no way in hell I’ll ever replace you in this band. You’re so fucking strong, and I know you’ll find yourself back behind your drum set when you come back home.
We all miss you, Ri. Blair,Bear, and Ayla included. We’ve been able to record some vocals and the melody, but the drums? That’s you, boo.
Collins joins us every day and watches. She keeps your stool warm on the tough days when she misses you. Here she is this morning, matter of fact. I had to steal her camera because she looks like a fucking angel with the sun glowing around her while she sits there writing you her next letter.
She won’t let me see the Polaroid. Said it was a surprise since she took two of them, saying it was basically the same pic for each of us. She blushed like crazy when I peeked over her shoulder to read it. I didn’t see anything, but it’s totally got some naughty words in there if she’s that flustered over it.
Buckle up, baby, I think she’ll be coming in hot with her next letter. ;)
See you soon, Ri.
Xo
—Creed
I’ve never hated the fact that I can’t make a tight fist more than I do right fucking now. Becausegoddamn.My dick is achingbehind my boxers as I lay in this uncomfortable bed in my private room at the facility.
It’s August 10th. Eleven days to go. But it’s been almost ten days since Creed’s letter forewarned me, because California had a rare, heavy rainstorm that caused flash flooding and a mudslide that blocked the main road to the facility.
Life sucked for those ten days, but Wilder was there to keep me distracted with therapy and exercises. While the trembling in my hand has incrementally lessened, my grip is still shit.
Which doesn’t do anything to help me now. I do my best to palm and press into my growing hard-on as I stare at the Polaroid attached to the letter that Collins sent. I need some kind of friction to ease the ache my girl has caused.
While her scars remain, her bruising is completely gone and she’s never looked more breathtaking. Literally. I feel like I can’t breathe because Collins is wearing that fucking bra and panty set that she picked out at the mall months ago. The sheer set with black embroidered snakes wrapped around each breast.
She’s laying on a bed with her hair fanned around her, a mix of new baby blue and sea green strands peeking through her white blonde hair. I sit up a little straighter when I realize she’s inmybed.
“Fuuuuck, Snow,”I groan, biting my lip and banging my head against the headboard. “What are you doing to me, baby?”
I read her words again and again, and almost regret it because now I’m as turned on as I am flooded with emotion.
