Even though she tried to brush off Ray’s comment, Becca couldn’t deny the truth in it—she had changed. Her body felt different, her reflection sharper, more defined. As she stood admiring herself in the mirror one hot afternoon, Dean walked in.
"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?"
She chuckled. "No, but with the way you look at me, I don't think there is a reason for you to say a thing."
He nodded, smiling. "I want to lock you up so other men don’t stare at you and have you all to myself," he said, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
"We both know that's not possible," she said, reaching back to pinch his nose.
"Hmm, I wonder why," he murmured, kissing her neck. She could feel him pressing hard against her, just above her lower back.
"Now that's enough, I don't think I
