My heart was pounding in my chest with a mixture of feelings. The past five and a half weeks had been something else. How the hell would I have prepared for everything that was going to happen? Between the breakup and the contract offer and, most importantly, Gemma, it was bizarre to think that the Marc Montoya of a few weeks ago never would have known that one injury in the ring could have possibly sent him on the journey he found himself ending today. But this isn’t really the ending, is it? The flutter in my heart was unusual for me. In the past, when I knew I wanted to fuck a woman, I felt very differently. I was aggressive, decisive, and I had no hesitation in my body. And to some extent, I felt all that now, but there was something more than that with how I felt about Gemma. Something much deeper. Was I afraid of screwing something up?
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