The longer it takes Steven to answer, the worse I feel for bothering him with this kind of question. It’s insecure, for one thing, which goes against my nature generally. Freaking Beau makes me feel like I’m on unequal footing sometimes. It isn’t fair of me to push that onto Steven to deal with.
“Listen, Steven. Forget I said anything, okay? I didn’t mean –”
“You have nothing to worry about.” Steven is blushing so hard that even the tips of his ears are red.
I startle. “Huh?”
“In regards to your…” He motions to my breasts, then clears his throat. “You are… better than acceptable. So you have nothing to worry about.”
“Oh.” My face starts to heat up now too. I don’t know what kind of answer I was expecting him to give when I asked him, but to hear him actually consider… and to complime
