“Wait,” he says, his voice suddenly softer. He steps forward, his hand brushing my shoulder, and I go stiff. “Fuck, seriously?” He drops his hand away. “I can’t even fucking touch you without you flinching away? Am I such a monster to you now?” He’s right up in my space, his large body inches from mine. He overwhelms me, the spicy scent of his aftershave mixed with his cologne. I know it so well. That scent signature is burrowed deep in my psyche. So masculine… The connection has me sucking in a sharp breath as I piece it together. Of course. “It’s because he’s a man,” I say, not turning
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