As for why I cover myself? I don’t know. Maybe it’s because you originally fell for a different version of me.” His gaze narrowed, and I gave him an apologetic smile. “A version that didn’t jiggle or have stretch marks.” He finished washing and slid down in the water next to me. “The parts of you that jiggle are some of my favorite parts, though.” He slid a hand down my side and under my ass, cupping me as he pulled me back into his lap. “You’ve seen my body, all of my scars, and I don’t believe you love me any less because of them. Do you?”
This reminds me of how my fiance reacts when I try to cover myself when I feel ashamed. He makes me feel so loved. Flaws and all. Rain is my favorite!
