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“When he touched you,” Ella asked carefully, “how did it feel?” I swallowed hard, remembering the sensation of Foster’s hands on my bare skin, of his lips on mine. While he’d been touching me, it hadn’t occurred to me that it should feel strange because Foster was a man. I’d been too consumed with how right it all felt. “Like waking up,” I admitted quietly. “Like breathing mountain air after years in city smog.”