”She looked crestfallen. This had been her last best hope to reach out to me. “That must have made you very happy,” she said softly.“It made S...brina’s parents happy too. They’ve been down to visit at least three times since the twins were born.”She nodded. “Your mother would probably like the chance to see them,” she suggested.“That’s not my decision,” I told her. “I never asked Mike to cut her off. For that matter, I never asked them to cut you and Billy off. Mike decided that what happened. Linaker wouldn't have had it any other way.Linaker heard a soft sigh. He sat up and looked around the room. There was no one he could see.Must be one of the neighbouring rooms, he thought as he lay back down on the bed. It really was comfortable, Linaker thought. He'd have to find out where they got it from. He lay back and looked up at his reflection. He looked like he was suspended in space. He relaxed on the bed, feeling all of the day's tension slowly drain from his muscles.If his girl. Starting at her neck and working across, feeling the tension release as I kneaded across her shoulders and then back down her spine again to the top of her bottom. My fingers traced across the tops of her cheeks all the while listening as she softly moaned and sighed. I shifted myself down a bit onto her thighs and continued with the massage, firmly but tenderly caressing and kneading her cheeks, working my fingers back and forth across her bottom, from the center out to the edges, then back. A physical connection you can't get from email or text. It warms me to think that the very paper you're holding right now has been in my hands, beneath fingers that yearn to one day touch and hug you for real.But I'm getting ahead of myself already. You have that effect.Like all good letters, this one starts with a confession: I'm inexplicably, deeply, wildly attracted to you. Your mind, your passion, your trust, and all that you represent.No. Fuck it. I'm in love with you.There. I've said it..