“You find him attractive,” Calvin mutters. “Doesn’t matter what species the woman is, I guess. Tattoos and muscles are always going to be more appealing than skinny and … well, tattoo-less, I suppose.” Frowning, I slide my hand over his. “No, Cal. Yes, I like the—what did you call them? Tattoos? And the muscles. But that doesn’t matter, because he isn’t you.
