“I wince, for even the tiny shake causes my tender breasts to be jostled against my fortress of pillows. The infernal mounds of flesh are so sensitive that it hurts even to wear clothes. It doesn’t help that I dozed off wearing my bra, and the underwire is digging into my chest like a metal cage. I feel trapped in my own uncomfortable body, like a gigantic pregnant cow. Don’t think like that, Carm, Grayson’s disembodied voice whispers into my ear. I can almost feel his hand trailing along my side. You’re more beautiful than ever. Your skin is as soft as silk, and your hair smells like strawberries.”