He opens his mouth, as if to free words he’s been trapping inside. But his eyes drift down the length of my neck, following the curve of my exposed shoulder. The oversized shirt and tank strap now hang loosely down my arm from lying ungracefully on my side. His eyes narrow, looking like chips of ice as a storm begins to brew within them. The heart beating beneath his gaze stutters at the realization of what he sees.
OH SHIT
