AAHIL
I think he is so shocked for a second, he doesn’t even breathe. I present the artwork on my back and hear his gasp. If he thinks that is the worst of it . . .
I slowly turn back and undo the button of my jeans.
“You don’t have to . . .” he stops speaking.
Of course, I wasn’t taking off my jeans. I just lightly slide my boxers down my stomach and . . .
“Oh my God,” he breathes, shielding his eyes as if he can’t take it anymore. Yeah, imagine what I feel every day I have to look at myself. Even if I don’t look, there is an awareness of a text carved into my navel with a sharp blade.
MINE
“Is it proof enough?” There’s a bitterness in my tone that I can’t manage to keep out.
I quickly buckle up my pants and slip back into my shirt, feeling all the tense corners of my body relax.
