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“No, I don’t. I’m just embarrassed.”
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”
I focused my gaze on the wall. “I’m not necessarily insecure, but I know I’m not like all the heroines in the romance books. I’m not a size zero. I have stretch marks on my thighs from puberty, and my hair is a ball of frizz half the time. And it’s not like I let myself trust people to get in a relationship, so all I know is my family’s indifference.”
“First of all, when Isra finally saw you, she asked how I landed you.”
“Oh, come on. I’m not out of your league.”
“She saw me when I was in middle school. That’s probably burned in her memory.”
“She seems like the kind of lady who never forgets anything.”
“But the point still stands. You’re gorgeous, Amy. And if you could see yourself through my eyes, you’d know why I think that.”
“Really?”
“I’d never lie to you.”
“Thanks,” I said with a small smile. “But I’m still not letting you see my boobs for free.”
“I’d be willing to earn it if you want me to.”
The words sent a thrill down my spine. I wanted more after the honeymoon. It wasn’t in my best interest to, but I did.
“We’ll see how you act tonight.”
“I’ll be on my best behavior. At least a version of it.”
He leaned forward and captured my lips in a chaste kiss before he retreated to his side of the bed.
I wokeup to a hand on my back, followed by an exhale somewhere above my head. It felt like the end of a pleasant dream, the kind where I wasn’t alone.
Only this time, the dreamlike state of comfort was my reality.
My head was pillowed on his warm chest and my leg was hiked up onto his. Every inch of my torso pressed into him.
My breath caught in my throat as I tensed. The second I did, his hand moved up and down my back.
“It’s fine, Amy. Don’t worry about it.”
“What happened?” I asked. “How did we end up here again?”
“You moved to my side sometime during the night.”
“You could have pushed me away.”
A low chuckle left his mouth. “No, I couldn’t have.”
My cheeks heated, and instead of thinking too hard about what he’d just said, I sat up. “Don’t get too flattered. This is just the best side of the bed.”
“Best side because I’m here or some other reason?”
“I—other reasons, of course!”
“You don’t have to get embarrassed for flirting with me, Amy Hensen.”
“I’m embarrassed for many—wait, Hensen? That’s not my last name.”