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Clean.

Comforting.

Masculine without trying.

Not drowning in body spray or expensive cologne.

Just him.

I work the soap over my skin, smiling despite myself as the familiar scent surrounds me.

God.

He smells delicious.

And...

I bite my lip.

He'd tasted even better.

Heat blooms across my cheeks.

Good grief, Sloane.

Get it together.

I duck beneath the water, rinsing shampoo from my hair.

The pounding spray drowns out everything else.

Maybe that's why my thoughts finally stop running from themselves.

Something bad almost happened tonight.

Really bad.

Those men wanted to take my choices away.

To make me small.

Powerless.

Afraid.

The realization settles over me with surprising clarity.

I don't want to live afraid anymore.

I don't want to spend any more time just wondering what Micah meant by that kiss.

Or pretending I don't catch myself looking for his truck every evening.

Or wondering if I'm imagining the way his eyes soften whenever they find me.

I'm an adult.

A grown ass woman.