My first spoonful of mashed potato is halfway to my mouth when he pulls off his dress shirt, exposing miles of rippling arm muscles and tight, round shoulders. The white, sleeveless undershirt accentuates the olive tone of his skin, and I belatedly realize I’m staring when I feel potatoes sliding off my cheek. I missed my mouth. Completely. And I don’t have a napkin.
Jesus 😂
