“His nakedness makes me conscious of my nakedness. He’s too
close even though he’s not. When his eyes linger on my bare
shoulder, I feel as if the water has suddenly gone cold. I don’t
want to feel this, but I do. I’m conscious of my eyes settling at
various parts of his body. I want to look away, look at his eyes or
something, but I can’t. It roves on his body like I’m roadside
lover. “
