Obsessed

by Serena Akeroyd

He was my knight, tarnished for sure, but I wanted him no other way.

“Since when?” I blustered. “I’ve dropped forty pounds since we moved to France.” It was his turn to pout. “And I miss every single one of them.” I blinked up at him, well aware that he meant that. He loved me chunky or slender. Loved me as I was because he loved me. Fuck. Just… fuck. He took my breath away.