I’m not sure if that’s a threat or a simple matter of fact. But I decide not to fight him on it. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
He eyes me coolly, and I have a feeling he’s going to renege on his request. Then he reaches for his chain. But instead of pulling it out, he undoes the first few buttons of his shirt.
The fabric falls away from his chest, revealing the silver dog tag that lies between a pair of pecs carved from marble. I see scars, tattoos, rippling muscles, and for a moment, I’m so distracted that I forget how we ended up here in the first place.
My face burns, but I lean forward to squint through the candlelight. There’s an inscription on the front that I can’t read. His expression remains detached and uninterested even while he’s bared and beckoning me closer.
