/Kurt/
“Kurt? What aspects of it will be difficult for you? "Can you tell me what you're talking about?" she inquired, pausing my exploration of her thighs and calves.
I closed my eyes and forced myself to settle down on the hallway below. Then I confessed, "You're going to get hit on a lot today."
Then she turned around and extended a glass of apple juice to me, the movement of her arms making her bangles ring. I gave them a shaky grin as I looked down at them. The fact that anytime she wore short sleeves, something was constantly wrapped around her wrists, concealing the scar from her attempted suicide and the several other little scars on her wrist, all of which indicated she had self-harmed at some point in her life, struck me as odd.
When she pushed herself up onto the kitchen
