“His nakedness makes me conscious of my nakedness. He’s too

“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. “