“Undress.”
To him, it is an invitation to see her world. But to her, it was disbelief that she could ever be called ‘beautiful’.
She has loathed her freckles and love handles, hated how pale her skin had turned from curling up in bed, even during the day.
“I will take care of you,” he repeated.
In his eyes was a quiet yearning to hear her say, “I trust you.”
And though she has not peeled anything off her skin yet, in his eyes, she has undressed. He leaned closer and kissed her shoulder, ready to take her in.
