Dear Maverick (Love Letters 3)

His short, dark hair is almost the color of my own, with matching chocolate eyes, a strong jaw, and thick, pillowy lips.

Lips that just might know how to kiss a woman properly.

Chapter Five

Maverick

Mav,

You remember how I said I ramble? Well, I forgot to mention I also sometimes have no filter. Like the wire from my brain to lips, it’s just gone.

And even though I’m mortified to even be writing this, I can’t seem to stop. In fact, when I tried to crumple the paper up and toss it in the garbage, I started writing the same thing over and over again. And so, here I am about to admit something totally and completely stupid, and I’ll likely never hear from you again, and that’s okay.

You’re gorgeous.

Completely and totally ruggedly handsome. Like any girl who sees you would want to climb you like a tree, hot. Except Lena, that’d be weird. But the fool would do it just to screw with you.

Anyway, well, needless to say, I find you attractive. And your lips? They’re so full and perfect, and I bet you know how to kiss a girl. Like really kiss.

Straight down to her soul, curl her toes, body melting kiss. I can tell.

On another less creepy note, I think it’s really cool that you find yourself in a position to make a difference. Sometimes it’s little things that make the most impact on the world.

I’ve just finished my final exam for school, and I’m happy to say come this time next month, I’ll be a full-fledged registered nurse.

Even though blood makes me squirm and vomiting makes me, well…you know, I’m determined to help those who need it, too. As long as I don’t pass out at every turn.

Come to Cali, you say?

You sure you want to see Lena? I think she’s losing her mind. Always mumbling about gorillas in her apartment that won’t stop rutting.

If you do come, can I kiss you? See if my theory is right?

Crazy about your lips,

True

Did the girl just ask me if she could kiss me? I have to reread the letter a dozen times to absorb everything her rambling mind spat out.

She sure as shit didn’t kid about that.

Life has been quiet in the desert, which none of us are complaining about, and True is a refreshing break from life on the base.

“Yo, Mav! The kids are back!” Des calls from the small courtyard we’d set up for some of the local children.

“Coming!” We’ve been teaching them a few American sports like basketball, soccer, and baseball, and they keep coming back for more. Most of them don’t attend school because it’s been blown up or their parents aren’t around to force them to go.

“Mav!” Amid, one of the kids that follows me around, calls with excitement.

“Hey, kid, how’s it going?” His oldest brother was killed three months ago in a riot gone bad. It was a bit before my unit arrived. When he first came to us with one of his other brothers, he was reserved and kind of shy. Didn’t speak unless prompted by his sibling.

“Good. Mama’s in the market.” For someone who only goes to school twice a week, his English is better than most.

“Hey, Amid, your man’s got himself a new girl.” Des winks at the boy after squealing on me.

“Shut up, Des.”

“Is she pretty?” the boy asks. Reluctantly, I pull out True’s picture from my chest pocket and hand it to him. His eyes widen in the same way mine had—with appreciation. “Wow, she has beautiful eyes like Mama.”