body shots.

there was a place on his body, smooth and slight. it was right above his hipbone, but not quite his waist. it was that slight curve from waste to hip that was so soft and delightful. i used to kiss it and run my finger over it constantly. it was my favorite, and i told him so.

so we named it. and every time he took off his shirt and climbed into bed, i moved my hand from his chest to his back and then pulled it back to rest on his hip waist curve thing that we, being the silly people we were, named 'owen.'

'owen' was the cotton tenderness of silk and was only about five square inches in area. my fingers always gravitated to 'owen' and boy would smile lightly.