I’ve heard the term barrel-chested before, but for the first time I feel like I finally understand. He’s not fat. He’s just… thick. One of his hands shifts next to his side and my eyes are drawn back down. Both of his sleeves are pushed up to his elbows and – I swallow – his arms are covered in tattoos. I can’t make out the details of the dark markings in the low light of the bar, but my body doesn’t care. The reaction I have to this man is visceral and I haven’t even-
