KYLA
Carlos was all over her head, grating her skull with an annoying persistence. She tried to control herself around him, but it was nearly impossible.
His look, voice, poise, and those veiny arms she dreamt of holding her someday—they all drove her nuts.
And last night. She knew.
She knew Carlos had seen her naked—well, part of her.
It became a habit ever since her therapist introduced the idea to sleep exposed and embrace her body. Due to her condition, she began seeing her body as the enemy.
But it wasn't. It just needed fixing.
Last night she had heard Carlos call her but didn’t respond since she was upset. However, she never expected him to come in. Never expected him to flip the cover.
The shock had made her open her eyes, but having seen the guilt and shock on his face, sh
