Something stirred in me when I looked in her eyes for the first
time, something dead or at best, long asleep, her eyes thick with mystery,
presenting me with a puzzle I needed to solve, not merely wanting to do
something with her, but something I’d not done in a while with anybody, those
eyes staring out at me from a shell of her own, she hiding from the world just
as I was, only in a different way, so that she risked little and exposed less,
even when our anatomy connected. I could only push in so deeply before I was
forced to stop, too close to that secret part she kept private, even penetrated
as she was, later learning she would never give that part of herself up, to me
or anybody, we could only go so far.
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