Daisy’s POV
As Noah ripped my shorts from my body, worry suddenly washed through me. I’m almost thirty, my stomach isn’t as flat as it once was, my breasts are not as perky. I have a couple of stretch marks on my thighs that have never really bothered me before, but now suddenly, I can’t stop thinking about them. As Noah stands, in all his masculine glory, staring at me without saying anything, my anxiety increases.
What is he thinking? Is he disgusted by me? Is he comparing me to others that came before?
‘Noah?’ my voice comes out a little nervous, unsure, the ex handyman’s gaze snaps to mine, and his gaze is almost feral.
‘Is everything OK?’ I ask, my gaze flitting down his perfect form, once again reminding me that I’m no longer a twenty one year old, fresh faced college student.
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