Fighting against the panicked voice in my head that kept screaming, “Hide, hide, hide,” over and over, I spread my legs, letting my knees fall to the side. I was utterly exposed at that point. It was the first-time Hendrix had seen me. Well, all of me. He’d touched me there before, but he’d never seen me. “Damn.” His voice was harsh and strained. “Perfect. You’re perfect.”
