Natalie
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. An erotic image stared at me in the mirror—my new self, nearly naked, being savored by the most handsome man I’d ever known. How did I get here? I thought of my desk in my office in Seattle. It felt like that was the fairytale now, as if that life weren’t real.
He reached up and cupped both of my breasts with his hands, kneading them. I laid my head back on his shoulder, and my tall, tipped ear brushed his neck. I paused. There was a rushing sound. His pulse. I could hear the blood flowing through his veins.
“I can hear your heart,” I whispered, stunned by the newfound sharpness of my hearing.
He grabbed under my chin and pulled my head forward, so we made eye contact in the mirror. His pupils dilated, and he ran his fin
