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Rosie felt something shift inside her as she looked at Jane. This was unexpectedly thoughtful. Jane had listened to what Rosie said she liked, and she’d figured out all on her own that today was her birthday and brought over a really sweet and personal gift just . . . because.
Rosie was bundled in her blue jacket now, but the image of her in that white tank top, nipples jutting against the thin fabric, was forever etched into Jane’s brain.
She wanted more than this tenuous friendship. She wanted to know anything and everything about her, to let Rosie guide her toward embracing her life as an author, to lose herself in the warmth of Rosie’s touch. Right now, she just wanted Rosie, any way she could have her.
Jane couldn’t have written anything more perfect than this kiss.

