He was the new bad boy next door.
And the bane of my existence.
The boy with the scar on his lip. The loner who did what he wanted, when he wanted.
The beautiful boy who drunkenly kissed me one night outside my bedroom window.

I hated Miles Hunter until we started swapping letters.

He showed me his true side.
He protected me when I needed him most.
And I thought he loved me.

But then he left. Like a ghost.
Without a word.
Without a letter.
Like he never existed.

And now, four years later, he’s reappeared…