My heart leaps into my throat. Whatever I have shown Seth, I haven't shown it to him intentionally. I guess the same can be said about him and what he has shown me. I guess that was the whole point of this mental, optical exercise. We said more to one another with our eyes than we ever would have been able to say with our words.
Swallowing nervously, I nod. I want to get an idea of how harsh or gentle I need to be with him when it's my turn to psychoanalyze him. Seth going first sets the baseline. He gets to undress me and dress me up all over again.
"Use your words," he says. "I need you to be sure. I will be blunt. Are you ready for that?"
My heart skips a beat. His confidence and certainty is written all over his face. It's disarming. It sends my mind into chaos. Nonetheless, I man
