Part One – Alex.

Chance.

She was excited and anxious, all at once! All bubbly and full of joy, feeling feather-light. And at the same time, Alex felt nauseous and sick to her stomach. She swallowed hard, for the first time in a really long time determined to show up for something. For someone.

As she stared into the mirror, running her hands over her hips, loving the way her dress hugged her just perfectly in all the right places, she had no idea what fate had in store for her that day. In that moment she’d felt so alive, and that was all that really mattered. Something inside her had sparked. She could feel it. Every bone in her was suddenly gutsy and defiant, like a wild flame dancing in the wind. One chapter of her life ended and another began the moment she picked up her purse and coat, wearing it hurriedly like she was set on some of life-and-death mission, like nothing in the world could stop her!

Things will be different today,’ she whispered reassuringly to herself, taking in a deep breath. As she stepped out with a certain air of confidence, her hair dancing beautifully in the wind and the hem of her dress lifting up against her thick thighs, Alex did not realize that she was rushing right into something she quite didn’t understand, yet…

Familiarity.

Two months earlier, Alex had plunged herself deep into the thrills of newly launched dating site. Of course she was skeptical but she was also bored, lonely and hurt. She had absolutely zero intention of actually ‘meeting and connecting’ with the people she interacted with in the chat rooms. She’d only been looking for a temporary fix – a distraction from recently terminated relationship with Lionel. It had never crossed her mind, even for a moment that she could – would meet someone that she actually liked.

But here she was hugging a total stranger – a tall and handsome stranger with broad, able shoulders – on a busy side-walk, sinking into his chest and quietly inhaling the deep, musky scent of his earthy cologne, forgetting the world around her for a minute.

She’d felt something then; a strange and strong sense of familiarity, like she had known him all her life.

She lingered a little longer before letting go of him, thinking, ‘I never want to let you go. I want you to be mine.’

Continued here

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