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the familiar clean and crisp scent of him knocks into me like a bus. I know this smell so well I think I could follow it like a bloodhound if he ever goes missing.
To my left is a floor-to-ceiling three-million-dollar view of the ocean, but to my right is the view I would give my soul to see every day for the rest of my life. Obviously, Bree doesn’t know I feel this way about her.
And I, in case you are wondering, am an overeager puppy, begging for Bree to play with me—to always play with me.
She was a defibrillator to my chest. Bam. My heart hasn’t beat the same since.
