Deep in My Soul

He kinda looked like Ross, he even smiled like him. My mind didn't want him. It shouldn't have. Not after Ross. But he smelled good and he talked to me in a way that felt good, deep down in my soul. He wasn't Ross. Zena Lewis believed in fairy tales as a little girl. She carried those fantasies of a knight in shining armor loving her until eternity, until her ugly separation and divorce from her ex. These days, a man would have to be lucky to get her to smile back at him, let alone give up her number. Until Rafael Dupré. Rafael was different.