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BROKEN
DR. NICHOLSON
My attempts to forget Aaron prove futile. It had been weeks since I’d dismissed him so quickly from my bed. It was comfortable to keep liaisons at arm’s length, especially ones that had surprised me in ways I could not entirely explain to myself. Passion and arousal could be analyzed, but it was not always rational. That was what I hated about it.
I kept myself busy with minor duties. However, whatever I did, nothing seemed to help. Aaron always found his way into my thoughts.
At my favorite restaurant, I took a corner table and glanced about, catching sight of eyes staring back at me from a dark-skinned face. Aaron, my mind said. It made me shudder that he had so much hold on me … in ways I could not comprehend.
The suitor’s eyes would dart away, lower to his
