“You don’t know—” I stop and shake my head. “Of course you don’t get it. You probably love being naked in front of people. Why wouldn’t you love showing everyone your twelve-pack, cheese grater abs? When you could be on the cover of a men’s fitness magazine, there isn’t really much to be stressed about.”
He twirls his glass absently, immune to both my vulnerable feelings and my assessment of his undeniable good looks. It’s annoying that I can’t seem to ruffle him the same way he ruffles me.
“I’ve seen the whole spectrum of what human bodies are capable of—the s****l and the vile alike.”
“If you’re worried you’ve somehow made it to the vile end of the spectrum, rest easy. I’ve seen the inside of a human skull while its heart was still pumping blood. Your naked body doesn’t compare.”
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