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Amy Romano was the name that frequented Steve's mind. The name of the girl he met at a bar while enjoying one of his usual Saturday nights out with the guys. A meeting that led to an unforgettable night filled with mind-blowing passion. A night which unnerves Steve because no woman had ever elicit such a strong feeling of need. Just the memory of her dark waist-length hair coursing down her body as she beckoned him to come to her was enough to have his knees go weak. But that was all he had, a memory, because the next morning she was gone as fast as she came, that he almost thought he had imagined her. A month, later, she reappears at his workplace, as his new boss and at his apartment building as his new neighbor. And as much as he doesn't want to, Steve cannot help the feeling of happiness that consumes him when he finally sees her again. A feeling that is short-lived when Amy is adamant on pretending that the night they shared never happened. It doesn't help that all Steve wants to do his gather her up in his arms and repeat that night over and over again. But what if Amy is not pretending. What if the night Steve can't seem to forget , she can't seem to remember? -A We have Chemistry Spin-off but you don't need to read WHC to read this story.
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