{Noelle’s POV}
I was anxious.. what if he didn’t like my body.. what if he thought that my scars made me ugly. Especially the ones on my back, and my thighs. I knew that if I wanted anything to happen.. I had to face this.. no matter how anxious it made me. I stayed on him, straddling his hips, and reached down, grabbing the hem of my night gown. I pulled it up over my head, discarding it to the floor, before staring down at him nervously.
“Noelle..” he said, breathlessly. “You’re so fu***** beautiful.”
I smiled, leaning down and kissing his lips softly before pulling back. “Silas.. please.. tell me that you want this..”
“I want this.. fu**, I want this!” He whispered. “Do you?”
I nodded. “Yes..” I stood up beside the bed, pulling down his boxers and watching in amazement as his
