Muntaha al-Rayyeh
I was willing to go on that adventure with Fawaz. Something was pushing me to stay the course with him, to the very end. Until that moment, no man had ever touched me or gotten me alone. So often had I gazed at my body in the mirror, wondering if it would appeal to men up close, or whether I had been fooling myself thinking it was beautiful and exciting. I even heard myself one time saying out loud while looking in the mirror, “Take care of your body before it spoils.”
The sounds came out of my mouth without any thought or planning. That same thing happened again in the hotel room. I found myself clinging to myself, then distancing myself from myself, then clinging again.
He sat down beside me and put his hand on my arm and then my chest, so I pushed it back in protest
