Who is the psychopath? Who is the narcissist?
His teeth were perfect. The dainty, shiny, white squares sat perfectly next to one other in an obedient line, quietly judging my own, disorganized and rebellious teeth. He was charming without even trying. Well, certainly he was trying, but he wouldn't have had to try with me. I was smitten for other, inexplicable reasons. I didn't understand the phenomenon of his magnetic grasp upon me. The intrigue