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A few days later, Shana sat at Phoebe’s kitchen table idly tracing the grain of the wood in the table’s surface. She’d stopped by after they’d shared a long shift at the hospital. The last few nights had been a blur of Hayden—hot, heavy nights that left her scrambling to regain control inside. When she was with him, her mind went black and primal desire took over. The idea that he could be near and they wouldn’t become tangled up, skin to skin and almost breathing as one was inconceivable. She’d wanted to feel again after her heart and body felt so frozen, but she’d been entirely unprepared for the depth of feeling Hayden elicited. Phoebe was the friend she turned to when she needed advice. She was so lost, she wasn’t even sure what might help.
The teapot whistled and Phoebe turned awa
