#Chapter 224 The Letter

Our lovemaking kept us up for hours, well past midnight. It was the most amazing sex I had ever had, even with Andrew. It made my heart ache with guilt and conflict by the time Andrew finally fell asleep. As soon as Andrew’s snoring assured me that Andrew was truly asleep, I slipped out of his arms and quietly got dressed. I then found a piece of paper and a pen and sat down in one of the loveseats to start writing. I wrote and rewrote the letter more times than I could count. Nothing sounded quite right, and nothing resonated with how I truly felt. I finally settled on something passable: Dear Andrew, Last night was one of the best nights of my life. I will never forget it or you, but we cannot go on this way. I think that, deep down, we both know that. I know that we affirmed each other as mates, but our relationship is toxic—too toxic to take to the next level. You cannot have an ex-con for a Luna or even a girlfriend. You and I know the truth about what happened to lead t