”At the next intersection, I see Clark in my mind: sitting shirtless on the massage table, the candlelight painting his chest in honey-gold stripes, the deep indentation of his abs, the scar on his back like a secret sigil. I remember the way he looked at meâpast me, into meâand the way my own hunger responded.”
Nia’s job as a masseuse makes her interact more intimately than she ever imagined with Clark, the professor who handles her PhD. Guilty about her love for Angela, her girlfriend, she has to find a way to compromise and have it all with no losses.
