Memories from this morning came rushing back, not slowing, not allowing me to brace for impact. I was standing in the rain, surrounded by his smoke. Then, I was in his truck, not wanting him to be cold. My brow furrowed as I stared at my bare legs, my hands braced on the bed beside my thighs. Then… Warmth. Strength. Pine, mint, and smoke. Grumbles, like thunder against my skin. Sheltered. Held. I was held. My hand drifted to the shirt on my body. My clothes were gone. Had I been hypothermic? My heart was racing now, hurtling towards a finish line that I feared would never come. Did Denver
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