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Remembering the scent a person's wearing. That was the first sign of doom, wasn't it?
"I got you. I know this type of connection is unexpected. Our chemistry…it goes against things we've been taught to expect."
Rocky wasn't pushing me away. She was willing to meet me at this thin line where I stood. No one had ever done that for me before. Most women wanted to rush headfirst into something, often leaving me behind when I couldn't—wouldn't—follow.
As I drifted off, I realized the truth I had resisted: another woman like me could be home.
