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