Rosa arrived at the penthouse, her heart pounding like a freaking drum solo against her ribs, her mind a total mess of all these conflicting emotions. She had spent the last few days battling the fallout from that truth bomb. Trying to reconcile the actual tender feelings that were, blooming inside her with all the sharp, jagged edges of her past.
The revelation about Dave's identity? It had shaken her right to her core, like a damn earthquake, tearing open all these old wounds and leaving her feeling completely vulnerable. And this fragile sense of fear? Yeah, that was just threatening to consume her completely. She wasn’t sure if she was even ready to face Samson again, to see if the tender moments that they had shared were a complete and utter lie.
But still, this weird pull was too
