I notice that the way he’s touching me is more complicated than a simple up-and-down or back-and-forth over my skin. Instead, he runs his thumb up in a line, then traces a circle. Moves a little to the right, does it again. Over and over, inner arm to outer edge. A pattern. After a few seconds, I realize: He’s tracing along the lines of my tattoos. As though he’s memorized them.
