“No, don’t take my shirt off.” “Hey.” I tuck my finger under her chin, tilting her head back so that I can see those pretty, earthy eyes. “Don’t do that.” “I just—” She timidly smiles. “Trust me, it’s best if I leave it on.” “And trust me, it’s best if we take it off. I want to see every inch of you. Your stretch marks aren’t going to deter me from appreciating your body the way I’m supposed to.”
