Dear Troye,
I can't believe that we made out again, in your black car. The seats were made of leather and felt good on my back though nothing could compare to the feel of your lips and your hands running through my hair.
You were sitting on my lap, your fingers threaded in my hair as you kissed me harder and harder. I missed you so much.
I said I loved you and you said it back before kissing me harder again.
Though we were interrupted by a tapping on your car window.
It was Matt. I'm sorry he punched you.
Love,
Connor x
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Dear Troye
FanfictionSequel to ' Fake Accounts And Cute DM's' Troye is gone but Connor still remains. Dealing with the loss of Troye, he finds himself writing letters that will never be answered. Though at least Connor is happy, Right?
