Chapter 40

• “Why don’t we find out?” He unbuttoned my shorts. I lifted my hips so he could pull them down. Then I sat up and pulled my tee over my head.
• “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” His eyes traveled up and down my body and to my surprise, I didn’t feel self-conscious. It wasn’t light enough for him to see everything, but he was getting an eyeful.
• Where I grew up, I always worried about how I looked or what I was wearing. Mostly, because I didn’t want to draw attention to myself. I rarely did anything to make myself look pretty. I didn’t wear clothes that showed off my body and kept my hair simple. My whole life, I had the sense that I was meant to hide so if anyone noticed me, I would shut down, find a way to flee.