Billy's Belly

Billy lifts his t-shirt and exposes his underwear.

“I have a theory that if you were to look at a naked man’s chest, it’s going to be like the sky,” he says.

When he says that, he looks up at me. He’s been staring at me for a few seconds, his eyes are wide and his mouth is open.

“Do you want to see my chest?” he asks, and then he reaches over and gently pushes my hand away.

“I’m not going to touch you,” I say. “I’m not interested.”

“Do you want to touch me?”

“No.”

“Why not?”