I tried not to stare as Charlie pulled off his shirt, revealing his tight, lightly muscled torso with the sprinkling of hair on his chest that I, for some reason, always wanted to sift my fingers through. There was another thin trail leading from his navel into his pants that I was desperate to nuzzle whenever I was down there—which was often—but I didn’t know if he’d think it was weird, so I didn’t.
