He leaned against the sink, breathing heavily, staring at his blotchy forearms. There was no pain. No burning. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that something had gotten in. Something strange. Something not meant for the surface.
He wrapped a towel around his shoulders and stepped outside, needing air. The sun was higher now. The beach visible from his porch was busier. But something tugged at his thoughts. His arms felt tight. Or itchy. Or off. He looked down. Still no redness. No rash. Just… a feeling.