Insecurities
531 Words
"I feel ugly." I'm staring at the mirror, looking at my reflection, where my flaws are covered by a shirt. I couldn't bring myself to wear something less than that.
I don't have the confidence enough to flaunt myself, because it wasn't flaunt-worthy.
A warm pair of arms wrap around my waist, a new person appeared in the mirror. He softly kisses my neck and I nearly close my eyes.
His kisses always feel euphoria.
"But you're not." He whispers.
I look at him in the mirror. "It's not a silky smooth skin your hands deserve to touch. It's... ugly... and disgusting. My body is something that is not enough to satisfy you, like what you really deserve."
"Really?" He tilts his head to the side and playfully smirks. "By just staring, you're already satisfying me, baby."
He lazily draws circles on my waist. "You're delectable." His eyes burned into mine with such intensity of desire and passion.
"I wonder if you can still say that after... seeing."
Then there's a pause... a total of silence. His eyes are just fixed on one place— me. It's like he's processing something I said that made him completely stop.
I counted to 3. I hear him let out a deep breath. "Let me see?"
I look at him in the mirror, his eyes gave me that little confidence I need to face him and be bold enough to show him for the first time the sources of the monsters I deal with.
His hands leave my waist, yet his eyes remain.
Slowly one by one, I unbutton my shirt while I stare at my reflection, yet in the corner of my eyes, I can still see him, just quiet, staring. His eyes seem to focus on my fingers, waiting for my move.
First button... second button... third... until there's none left.
I look at him.
His eyes still burn with desire enough to make anyone feel hot. I just wish it will remain after what he's about to see.
With a deep breath, I pull down the shirt I'm wearing, revealing the ugliness I've been hiding.
I close my eyes. The confidence I had before is now gone. I can't bear to look at him after this.
Then nothing but silence.
Until I feel hot kisses on my neck down to my bare shoulder. His arms wrapped around my waist again and pulled my back closer to him.
"You're perfect," he whispers, raining me hot kisses all over. "A goddess." he kisses my nape. "That I wanna worship." he strokes my back. "that is if you let me..." his hot breath against my skin makes me even crazier.
Kissing the blemishes away and showering them with adoration I never thought could exist.
Throwing out all my inhibitions, I lost it. I can't think straight anymore. I forgot what I was worried about. I forgot everything. The flaws I have seem to fade away, being replaced by this burning desire of wanting him so bad.
All that matters right now is him.
I drop my shirt on the floor.
"Yes please."
That night, he did nothing but worship the flaws I consider ugly.
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