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She ached to feel his hands on her, to feel him inside her, to know what it was like.

“Braden,” she said, her voice so thick his name almost didn’t come out.

“I feel you,” he murmured.

His choice of words at once seemed odd and yet right. He wanted to know her first, but he knew essentially all there was to know about her, the pathetic story of her search for self and place. Maybe part of that search could be answered right now with him. Maybe she was afraid of knowing any more about her past, but she wasn’t afraid of this.

To just be a woman at her most basic seemed like the greatest gift on the planet. To stop being guarded, to stop censoring herself, to stop fearing. To just be.

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