I have one rule when it comes to Mitch Foster: DONβT.Β
Donβt think about him, donβt talk about him, and donβt write him back.Β
Eleven years ago, he wrote me letters that made me fall in love with him. Then, he left to chase his literary dreams and took the best version of me with him.Β
So when he reaches out for my help with his next bookβthe one that could make or break his careerβI know I should immediately refuse. But I donβt.Β
I wish I could say he didnβt get under my skin. That he was no longer able to charm me. That our banter didnβt feel like flirting. But Iβd be lying. Because Iβm starting to wonder if I ever stopped loving himβ¦or if I just got better at pretending.Β
The worst part? I already know how this story ends, and I keep turning the pages anyway.Β
Told partly through the letters that started it all, Write Me Back is for anyone who ever swore they were over it β right up until they werenβt.