[He's screwed things up again, hasn't he? Gods. He nods, watching her walk by, and he knows there's no bringing down the barriers again, not like they did today.
Gods, he needs a shower. A cold one, at that. And he needs to forget this, forget the way she felt, forget the smell of winter roses.]
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Gods, he needs a shower. A cold one, at that. And he needs to forget this, forget the way she felt, forget the smell of winter roses.]