My skin buzzed, and I shifted on my feet, unable to stop the old insecurities that flared when he looked at me that way. I had on sleep shorts and a long-sleeved matching tee. The black fabric was loose and draping at the shoulder, but it didn’t do a lot to conceal anything. Long ago, I’d accepted my body. No longer saw it as an imperfection or a blight. Had come to love it. But the one person in this world I’d ever wished I looked different for was Ryder. He had a type, and I definitely wasn’t it.
