Starbridge/Rose
It had started over, of all things, a book on meditation. Rose had been looking for one, Starbridge had been in the library and had helped her find it.
She'd taken the book from him, their hands had touched, and their eyes had met. There had been, for lack of a better word, a certain... spark between the two of them.
Rose was often a person who jumped straight into things, he the more thoughtful type. But there was definitely something there that day, something that would slowly fan itself over into something more.
Joey was fun, the first person who'd made her feel like a woman... but Starbridge, Starbridge was good for her, the calming yin to her volatile yang.
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