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molecule in my body went to war as I fought to turn around and leave him; it wasn’t what my very female parts wanted to do.
    I was coming to terms with the knowledge I already had, somewhere in my mind; not all men were disgusting, deceitful, abusive, horrific monsters. Noah certainly wasn’t, not that I felt so far but really my judge of character speaks for itself. His family seemed very tame and only fierce with their love. I never knew what real love was like, though I’d read about it and seen it, I’d never experienced it myself; not even with my parents.
    Noah seemed to really want to help and I was free to go wherever I wanted, whenever I wanted – I was not being kept against my will. Taylor had told me that as long as I lived, I was a part of this family now and they would all protect me, loyally, to their last breath. Of course I hope it never comes to that.
    There was still so much that I needed to deal with but I also needed to listen to my body; never had I felt these kind of feelings for anyone. Honestly, I had to wonder if I was gay because I didn’t get those butterflies for a guy, even as a teenager with raging hormones, but I didn’t feel excited by girls either.
    Noah though?
    Wow.
    I felt safe with him from the very second he picked me up off the ground and cradled me into his warm, capable arms. No matter the time of day, who is around or what I’m doing, just the mere thought of Noah Kane has all my lady parts lighting on fire, begging to be hosed down by the one and only.
    My luck, he thinks of me as some damaged little sister project.
    What would a man like him see in me, anyways? I’ve got scars, inside and out, massive self-esteem issues, fears out the wazoo and, good God the man looks like he deserves his own statue of remembrance. It would be titled, “Oh perfect one.”
    As I settle myself back under the covers, mortified of having been caught gawking at his upper body, he comes barreling into my room with a pair of pajama bottoms on and fluffy moccasin house shoes, smoke practically billowing out of his ears.
    Normally, I’d be cowering in the corner now, but I’m still certain he won’t hurt me. Yelling is way different than punching, this I know all too well.
    “What the fuck, Jamie?” His arms are in the air, flailing.
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were in the shower. Please, forgive me.” The natural reaction my body has in these types of situations is to bow my head and avoid eye contact – so I do.
    Noah doesn’t like that.
    “Look at me.”
    I chance a peek and hurriedly look back down.
    He’s really upset.
    “Jamie, I’m sorry. Look at me.”
    I look back up and his shoulders have deflated, he’s moving closer to me, slowly, like testing the waters.
    “If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t see everything. The towel hanging on the door handle of the shower blocked your…gifts and down.”
    He stopped at that and took a deep breath.
    “Gifts?” His eyebrows raise.
    “Well, what else do you suppose I call them?” If this conversation goes much farther, I very well may die from embarrassment myself and I wasn’t even the naked one.
    “Well, I suppose gifts are pretty accurate.” Noah’s face lights up with a huge, cocky smirk.
    Men.
    “Sugar, if you wanted to see my gifts, all you had to do was ask.”
    I knew he was joking and teasing me, but the thought thrilled me down to my toes.
    Something inside me decided it was time to release the flood gates holding it all in.
    Mischief glittered my face and twinkled in my eyes.
    “Do you have a microscope and tweezers?” I fought to control myself at the stunned look on his face; I’d picked that insulting comeback up from a girl I shot with in Russia. They think girls from the ghetto are tough, they should sit down with a Russian girl. Yowza.
    “Well, look at you, going hard on me.” He chuckled after somewhat composing himself.
    “That’s what she said.” I shot back.
    This was fun. No man