No one else has ever gotten to me like she does. Not my other friends, not my brothers, none of the girlfriends I’ve had over the years. No one’s ever even come close. She still gets to me, but something’s changed. It feels like she’s lifting up my top layer and peeking underneath, examining, critiquing. It feels like she’s seeing me raw and naked. Exposed. The strange thing is that I don’t hate it.
