That one strip of skin that shows when a person reaches up for something, or tongues battling for dominance (or they smelled like x and x and something else that was undefinably them)
did I ever tell you guys about the time I almost broke all the bones in my hand in college because I was hammering a nail and the Object of My Affections stretched and exposed that strip of skin and I lost my goddamn mind and also my grip on the hammer.
I think an extremely weathered sailor would have been impressed with the width of my vocabulary in that moment. There was a deep purple bruise on my index finger for weeks.
so like. that’s a real thing.