I stand motionless for what seems like forever in front of the one man I have ever allowed to see me naked.
Even though my body quivers with trauma, I brazenly allow his gaze to feast upon my body, which I despise admiring.
This body has endured various horrors, but it has never let me down.
She is unattractive, damaged, and strong.
Nonetheless, I feel indebted to her for not failing me.
I watch as his jaw ticks, his hands curl and uncurl at his sides, turning his knuckle’s a ghostly shade of white and his icy blue eyes don't look away.
His facial expression is impassive, “I-” He starts and finishes at the same time.
I dip my head, swaying on my feet as I emotionally and mentally start to feel drained.
He lunges forward, “I've got you, amore mio.” He whispers roughly as he catch
