She hadn't specifically thought about it, until now, but she couldn't remember the last time someone else had touched her arm. A few people had seen it, but not touched it. She felt oddly nervous about it in a way quite separate to their respective states of undress.
Maybe a little linked. It was its own kind of intimate. There was a lot to that bite.
"No, it just- it just feels like my arm," she said. "It just looks, you know. Gross."
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Date: 2017-02-14 07:45 am (UTC)Maybe a little linked. It was its own kind of intimate. There was a lot to that bite.
"No, it just- it just feels like my arm," she said. "It just looks, you know. Gross."