19
BECKY
Clint stared down at me with glittering eyes. They looked silver again, even though the room was well-lit. “You’re so beautiful,” he said as he looked over every inch of me.
I felt it. He made me feel it. Like most women, I went in and out of feeling confident about my looks. I knew I was pretty cute, but I also knew I was aging out of the cute stage. I was also pregnant and at the weird phase where it wasn’t obvious. I looked like I put on weight.
Beautiful wasn’t a word I’d been called before. And I’d certainly never felt like it fit before now. Sure, I shouldn’t give a s**t. I was making a human… but still. Having Clint look at me with such heat and need… took away all my insecurities.
Lying under Clint’s searing gaze with my body curvier with pregnancy, I felt gorgeous.
