He’d then applied to, and, being white, had received a minority scholarship for Howard University. Not only had he discovered his love for medicine there, but he’d also realized his love for black women.
She shrugged. “Fair enough. Nothing jars the memory better than lust. You can forget events or people, but you never forget how you felt in the throes of passion. You’re going to have to make her remember what you two shared.”
Had you just admitted your feelings for Alex were based on more than just sex, had you told her why you don’t believe in marriage, you wouldn’t be in this predicament.” “How —”
He really asked her that?
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