Bliss

The moment he takes his clothes off on stage, it hits me.
Washboard abs, toned pecs, and that fucking V...
Belongs to Nathanial Owens, my ex-best friend.
I'd rubbed my hands all over that alluring body, and
I've never felt so dirty because of it. Nate's a stripper,
the Owens' outcast, and the man of my dreams. It's my job
to get him to quit, but he's the most stubborn man I know.
And no matter what he may claim, I could never forget him.