I have always been a late bloomer. Daughter of conservative Italian-Catholics, I was raised in a house full of rosaries.

The idea of living with a man before marriage was highly frowned upon. I lost my virginity at 19 and smoked my first joint at 21. Getting braces at age 34 seemed to follow my trend of always being late to the party. Trips to the dentist — or, in this case, the orthodontist — aren’t normally things we look forward to. But that changed after I went in for a consultation with Dr. Martin.

Is this really my orthodontist? I thought when I met him. Dark-haired, handsome, and about my age, Dr. Aaron Martin extended a strong hand in greeting. As we shook, I found myself noticing his toned forearm and biceps in his scrubs.

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