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Chapters (42)
  1. Cover
  2. Painful
  3. Books By S.C. Stephens
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Acknowledgments
  42. About the Author

As I stepped back, taking in the room—plastered with all of Griffin’s nasty little messages—as a whole, an idea began to form. A wonderful, fabulous, inspiring idea…an idea I almost couldn’t believe was born from Griffin’s grotesqueness. I knew exactly how I was going to make Kiera think about me while I was gone. It was perfect—fun, lighthearted, but with a chance to be a little serious too. And romantic as hell. I couldn’t wait to get started.

Chapter 9

PREPARATIONS

The next several days flew by, and not just because I was dreading my upcoming separation from Kiera. No, instead of dwelling, I’d found something fun and productive to occupy my free time. Operation Keep Kiera in Love with Me was in full effect.

I already had a drawer full of little notes that I was going to leave for her to find. A scavenger hunt seemed a lot more entertaining than just leaving them out in the open like Griffin had. Some of the notes were funny, some sweet, some downright naughty—a little bit of everything…just like me. Now I was starting in on the bigger projects: letters. There were a few things I wanted to say to her that couldn’t be said on a small piece of paper. Okay, there were a lot of things I wanted to say to her, but I was making myself stop at just a handful of letters. Any more than a couple and she might realize just how desperate I really was.

I’d just finished the one I wanted to leave for her the night we left. It was sweet, playful…sexy as hell. I had high hopes she’d be turned on after reading it—that would definitely assure I was in her thoughts all night long. The one I was currently writing was anything but lighthearted. It was my soul, laid bare and bleeding. I planned on hiding this one really well, so it was the last thing she found. The idea for the letter had started out as a romantic one, but it was quickly becoming…painful.