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She had no idea how she was supposed to act, no idea how to feel. Julian had just made incredible love to her, but he wasn’t *in love* with her. He’d stamped himself forever on her–body, heart, and soul–but a year from now he probably wouldn’t remember who she was. He’d rocked her world, and yet he was only temporarily a part of it. What was a woman supposed to say? “Thanks, stud”?
