“She gave up when I developed HPV last year and got a hysterectomy.” Butch stiffened at my confession, and I cracked my eyes open as surprise rippled across his heady expression. “I hate kids. It was an easy decision.”
“Wow- uh… but- your hair is still long-“ Butch’s stupid response yanked a bark of laughter from my throat, and I nodded as one of his hands moved to tangle in my hair.
“I didn’t have chemotherapy- they just took it all out. I had blood tests and check-ups and stuff to make sure everything was alright, but I just did the surgery and that was that.” His eyes flickered down, and I wiggled a little to pull my shirt up. My scar was directly under my panty line, and the raised line wasn’t much darker than my natural skin tone. “Does it gross you out?”
“The f**k kind of question
