“I eat when I’m stressed.” Then she laughed without humor. “Not a good thing.” When she didn’t elaborate, I prompted, “Why?” She blinked at me. “My body.” Then she took a healthy sip of wine. I cocked my head. “What about it?” She laughed without mirth and motioned to herself. “Weight goes right to my hips, and I’m a little too short to pull it off.” My brows drew closer, and I shook my head. Her curves were so luscious, and I ached to touch them. “I think you’re beautiful.” Her eyes widened as she gaped at me. Then she scoffed with a light wave. “You don’t have to say that, Hugo. I wasn’t
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