"I look like an overpumped balloon." I say, shifting from side to side in front of the tall mirror. My straightened hair whips around as I do so.
"You look absolutely beautiful." Elijah says, wrapping his arms around me from behind and planting a soft kiss on the right side of my head. I hold onto his forearms as he rests his chin onto my shoulder as we sway side to side.
"Don't lie to me." I demand, looking up at him in the mirror. He's wearing a dark button up, the top buttons unbuttoned, with skinny jeans. His recently cut silky, curls sit messily on the top of his head.
"I swear, I'm not." He whispers, uncrossing my arms to turn me around. I turn around to face him and come to see his huge eye to eye smile. I run my hands through his hair as he rests his palms on my bloated waist.
