MY 20 PACK BOYFRIEND

Like a flesh xylophone, my finger touches his abs. One, two, three, nine, ten... way too many. Counting more than ten is for nerds anyways.
[...]I look up to him, he looks down to me. What a handsome ab centipede. Waves of air surround us, shaping reality, like the hot air around a heater.
He sighs, so do I.
"I'm a billionaire too."
I open my eyes wide.
"And a exmafia hitman."
My heart stops.
"And also a werewolf."
I die. Literally. He does CPR right on time. I'm back. Don't worry.

Public domain story: now it's your problem.
Cover photo taken by me.
Model's name is Richard.

I dedicate this to my plant, to my bank account and to the dumpster fire that Wattpad has become. The three of them make me sad.