“I got self-conscious.” He looks at me like he truly doesn’t understand what might have possessed me to feel that way. I wave my hand toward his upper body. “You’re very hot.” “And?” He cocks his head to the side, still confused but looking a bit more amused. “I’ve got a Snickers body,” I say. “Not in the sense that I look like a Snickers bar. Just that I eat too many Snickers and it shows.”
