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Chapter Twelve- Uncommon Ground

Virginia’s POV 

Reliving the details to Aimee made me want to drink. As more of a wine cooler connoisseur, I was suddenly craving something from Brooks' top shelf. But I didn't want alcohol to affect my emotions because I was a glutton for punishment. I didn't want the haze of inebriation to erase the way he felt so close against me or forget just how his scent lingered somewhere between clean laundry, sandalwood, and what I think was a hint of whiskey. But I needed to find a way to end my naivety when it came to him. 

“So now I have to plot.” As the air finally silenced to all of my thoughts being voiced, I noticed how Aimee was shifty. Her robe and disheveled hair gave away the reason along with the consistent look she made in the direction of the bedroom door. 

She wasn't alone…

“Oh God! Why didn't you stop me?!” 

“Because you needed someone to talk to.” 

“It could have waited!” I whined as she shrugged and took m
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