He brushes over one of the words. The contrast of his calloused finger and gentle touch sends heat between my legs. “Fat.” My heart thuds against my ribs. Brows furrowing, he reads another. “Pig.” Anger colors his tone as he utters the last one visible to him. “Fat ass.” Bringing his thumb to his mouth, he wets it…then rubs it over one of the words, trying to erase it. But he can’t. Not that easily anyway. “It’s permanent marker.” “Why…” The line between his brows grows deeper and his voice drops to a faint rasp. “Why do you do this to yourself?” Because it’s what I am. What everyone
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