““Yes,” I whisper. “Your skin is so soft,” he murmurs, his fingers still on my cheek. “I love your curvy body.” My eyes widen. “Don’t frown.” He kisses me between my eyebrows, as if he’s smoothing the frown from my face. “I’m not so sure about my curvy body.” It’s a whispered admission that I’ve never made before, and frankly, I’ve never felt this vulnerable. His blue gaze meets mine again, and each word is staccato: “You. Are. Beautiful.” I close my eyes, but he tips my chin, forcing me to look at him again. “Thank you.” His””
