““Christ, Heather, I know what I look like. And you’re…” His words dropped off lifting a hand towards me and looked away. I folded my arms in front of me. “I’m what? I’m nothing but an ex-fat child who’s completely familiar with self-esteem issues–don’t kid a kidder, Ry, I’m not perfect either.” Thoughts of my tantalizing stretch marks flitted through my mind. Yeah I’m far from perfect. His amazing green eyes flipped back to me, a wary pain etched in his face. “So, I’m to believe you’re not repulsed by the sight of me?””
