He pretended not to hear but the voice wouldn’t leave him alone. When he finally opened his eyes, Mia was leaning over him. She had a round face with Frida Kahlo eyebrows and a mole that drifted away from her upper lip, giving her that odd sensuality that comes from imperfection.
He was drawn to certain kinds of imperfection; not deformities, exactly, but what he liked to think of as ‘physical endearments,’ which included twitches, birthmarks, uneven eyes, crooked smiles, and noses that fit neither the face nor temperament of the person behind them. Rather than being put off, he found them curious, even arousing. To tell the truth–and sometimes he did–he was aroused even now.
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