"When I see you doing your workout I think to myself that you have the perfect body."

"You're not bad yourself."

"But how come you don't have a man?"

My eyes dropped to my knees.

"Is it a question I shouldn't ask?" he was looking directly at me.

I reached my hand out to his cheek, rubbed it. He pressed his face into my palm, his five-o'clock-shadow rough to my touch.

"You can ask me anything you want."

He closed his eyes, pressed his nose and lips into the palm of my hand, breathing deeply.

"I'd do anything for you mom."

I let ten heartbeats pass.

"What would you do?"...