It wasn’t an overtly sexual gesture or even remotely flirtatious, but the air must have shifted around me. I was aware of his masculinity. His scent. The hairs on his muscular arms where his shirt was pushed up to his elbows. I tried so hard to remember that I was supposed to be looking for something, but I was so in my body that it was like my mind went offline. Even when I’d been attracted to somebody on a mental level, it never felt like this. I never felt it so deeply in my body like electrical pulses.
