“I gave a little about me; now you take something off. You give me a little something, I’ll take something off. I don’t interrupt or ask questions and neither will you. Deal?” My heart careens and my palms sweat. Scary alarms blare in my head, warning me to not share any more, but I want to help him open up. Hesitantly, he strips off his hoodie and drops it on the grass. “Okay, deal.”
Damn not strip therapy
