Dear Jenny,

                        Hotel check-in is taking forever and things are a little awkward between Anna and I. Not because we regret kissing, but because neither of us knows what this means. We both love and respect you so much and although I like her—a lot—I might not be able to move past the mental block in my head.

"This won't take a moment," offers the receptionist, before disappearing.

The foyer is spectacular. Consisting of mostly marble and gold, it's easily the nicest place I've ever stayed at.

You sure know how to pick em, Jenny.

"So," begins Anna, filling in the oppressive silence. "I had my first kiss."

Her sexy smile blows me away.

"Oh yeah? Who with?"

"Some guy I've known a while." She pauses. "I really like him."

I cock a brow.

"In fact—this might surprise him—but I've felt that way a long time. Years."

Holy shit!

"I didn't know how to handle my feelings, and because he was dating my best friend, I figured it was easier to hate him. So I acted like a bitch."

I laugh.

"I hope this doesn't make him uncomfortable."

"I don't think it does," I say, playing along.

Somehow, talking about it this way makes what we're admitting less scary.

"I think he really likes you too."

Screw it! Anna deserves the truth.

"In fact, no." I edge closer and position my mouth beneath her ear. "I think he loves you."

I feel her shiver and when I pull back, she has tears in her eyes.

"Really?"

Her breathless whisper has me itching to touch her. To reassure her self doubt.

"Yes, really."

"I love you too," she admits, dropping her guard completely.

I take hold of her tiny, shaking hand and squeeze.

"What do we do?" she asks. "I can't stop thinking about Jen."

"I'll always love Jen. But that doesn't mean I won't love you unconditionally."

I truly mean that, Jenny. I'll always love you.

"That I won't commit myself fully to you."

"So, you wanna do this?" she asks. "You and I?"

"Don't you?" I fire back.

I can tell she has reservations. Fears. Hell, I have them too, but I know if I let them show, it's game over for us and I don't know what's worse. The guilt of betraying you, or losing Anna forever.

"I just wish there was a way to know if Jen would approve," she admits.

I can't answer that because—honestly—I have no way of knowing myself. I don't know that you would approve of us dating. I just have to have faith that you'd be happy in the knowledge that we're happy. That although we both love you so much, we also love each other.

"Sorry about the wait," says the receptionist, returning with our room key.

He hands over the card, alongside an envelope.

"This was sent here a few months ago. The company were instructed to hand deliver it to the guests checking in today."

Anna and I share a curious look, wondering what on earth this mysterious envelope entails. I turn it over and recognise the handwriting immediately.

It's your handwriting, Jenny.

"Is that—"

"A letter," I reply.

Both of us are too stunned to say anything else and silently make our way towards the elevator. In no time at all, we're in our room, sat cross-legged on the king size bed.

"Shall I open it?" I ask, nervously fiddling with the seal.

She nods. "Sure."

I tear into the envelope and pull out a single piece of paper. Then—shaking a little from nerves—I begin to read...