The other part of me walks around flayed wide open, heart and soul exposed. All that’s left are charred and burnt edges from the raging firestorm that swept through. And each thought of him—because what happened plays through my mind on repeat—pours a little salt on my raw, unprotected nerves. The protective sheath is gone, totally destroyed. He drew me in with his sexy face and wicked smirks. And he warned me, way back on that picnic table, he told me what would happen; he’d eat me alive. And that’s ultimately exactly what happened.
