“Is this what goes on inside that head of yours? Is this how you think?” He seems genuinely surprised. I close my eyes and nod. It’s painful to even admit this to him, this inner voice that’s always with me, always doubting my worth, always hiding in the recesses of my brain in the parts I would never let anyone see. Suddenly his mouth is against mine, his kiss forcing me to respond; his hands come up to cup my face and hold me close. I return the softness, parting my lips, sagging ...