D E A R S A M

Jen chewed the inside of her lip, putting pen to paper, trying to write like she had promised Sam she would.

Dear Sam,

The words stood out to her, as if they were the only two words she knew. Taking a deep breath, she wrote what she thought.

I miss you

She stared at the new words, unsure if she should start again, but that would be a foolish decision.

and I wish we didn't have to part ways, but we both have our commitments. I admit, I'm not saving the country like you are, but mine are commitments nonetheless.

She sighed, running her hands through her hair and rubbing her eyes.

I enjoyed the other night. Is that wrong to say? It's been a while since I've been that close to anyone, especially without my clothes.

Jen let out a soft chuckle, remembering the night that left her wanting more of him right now.

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Sam had his hands on Jen's waist, and his lips on hers. It was an innocent kiss, for now. There was no tongue, no desperation, just a kiss. That was until they each took turns taking pieces of each other's clothes off, resuming the kiss as often as they could.

It was as if they were a drug to each other, so close but never getting enough. Sam pulled Jen closer gently, his hands still around her waist. Her bare skin touched his, and he took delicate care to remove the last few items of clothing: her simple black undergarments, and his own underwear.

They were together, after 16 years of separation, and Jen never wanted it to end.

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Jen wrote down her phone number after she finished the letter. It was more traditional to text and call, but Jen loved the old fashioned way, and receiving mail on actual paper is a rare treat. And she signed the letter with

love, Jen.