I had been in love with Rachel for longer than I cared to admit. My mom had me when she was only fifteen, so at twenty I was already used to people doing the math and giving us strange looks. Mom and I grew up together in a lot of ways. She worked hard, partied harder when she was younger, and somehow managed to raise me while figuring out her own life. Her best friend Rachel had been there through all of it. Rachel was thirty-three now, and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Not in the obvious, flashy way that turned heads at bars, but in a soft, radiant, heart-stopping way. She had warm hazel eyes that crinkled when she laughed, full lips that always seemed to be hiding a secret smile, and curves that made my chest tighten every time she walked into a room. Her dark hair fell in loose waves past her shoulders, and she had this gentle, caring energy that made everyone around her feel safe. She was sexy without trying, cute without meaning to be, and completely unawar
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