Chapter 48

And he wanted to wear shorts.

He wanted to wear his trunks. They were long and loose, and it was easy to swim in them without the shape contracting too much when he got out and showing off what he didn’t have. He wanted to get his shirt off, and get a good tan on every inch of skin between his hips and his scalp. A perfectly even tan was like giving Erik a shot of Viagra straight to the veins—and Jo had promised to take Beatriz for the night so they could have a bit of time to themselves.

But he couldn’t do it.

He looked better than he had ever since the pregnancy had started to show—but he still didn’t look as good as he had before getting pregnant at all. And worse, he didn’t feel any better. He still felt oddly loose, like he was being held together by string and tape. Like his skin was holding him in, but only barely.

And he didn’t want to put the shorts on.