Soap. Way lower. Black porn I had crossed a line, one I hadn’t even known existed, and there was no going back. Way lower. My brain was glitching, caught between panic and other nerves as he washed my hairless globes. But my body wasn’t exactly listening. wrestling,” I said, still dazed, pretending to focus on his advice while my brain was stuck replaying the last five minutes like a glitchy highlight reel. “Colt,” I said, giving him the nickname I wanted to have at my new school, my cheeks burning as I hadn’t even gotten used to hearing it yet. My inferiority complex was on fire at the sight of it, like it had been designed to make me feel inadequate. I turned off the water and toweled off like my life depended on it. It was fast, efficient, like he’d done this for teammates before. When he finally removed his thumb, I felt empty, bereft, like a part of me had been ripped away.
