Hey guys! It's been a while. I took a break from Wattpad & writing in general, and as happy as I'm glad to be back, I do have to say that I might not be on as much for the next 2-3 months. I'm currently in the middle of trying to move out of state and find a job so I'm going to be pretty busy!
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"Your beauty to me"
Warnings: Insecurities, mentions of depression, language, public-ish sex
Y/N had always been insecure about herself. She was wider in the hips unlike most women her age, and she always disliked the width of her thighs. Growing up, her family always told her there was nothing wrong with some extra meat on a woman, that one day some man would want it.
Elvis always told Y/N she was beautiful, but lately, it just didn't feel that way for her. She was standing in front of the mirror inside of the store fitting room, trying on a dress that she'd wear for Elvis' birthday celebration. It was a gold dress with a slit that went up to her thigh, along with a low neck that revealed the alley of her breasts.
She ran her hands over her waist and inhaled nervously. She couldn't stop staring at her hips.
A soft knock at the door caused her to jump.
"Y/N, you okay?"
Y/N felt her heart sink. "Elvis, I need your help."
"Unlock the door, honey."
Y/N hesitantly turned and unlocked the door before opening it slowly. Elvis' blue eyes scanned her from head-to-toe, whistling quietly as he stepped inside and closed the door.
"Lord have mercy," he whispered as she turned to face the mirror again. "You look stunning."
She shook her head. "I look like a pick-up truck."
Elvis scoffed. "What're you talkin' about?"
Y/N shook her head. "Can you zip me up? It feels a little tight in the waist."
Elvis grabbed the zipper just above her backside and began tugging it upward slowly. She stood there and waited, huffing slightly as it pinched her skin.
"It's a little snug, honey. I don't want to pull it up anymore and hurt you."
She sighed. "That was the only dress size."
Elvis stared at her through the mirror. "You can find another dress, just as beautiful."
"Not when I look fat in all of them."
He frowned as he noticed the glossiness of her eyes. "Hey, you're not fat, don't say that."
She raised her arms as she gestured to her body. "Look at me, Elvis."
Elvis stepped behind her and placed his hands on her waist. "Believe me, I'm lookin'. And you know what I see?"
Y/N didn't respond.
"I see a beautiful, sexy woman, who makes me feel so tight in these pants." Elvis whispered in her ear. A blush crept onto her cheeks as he kissed her neck.
"How can you think that?" She asked him.
He breathed purposely against her skin. "Well, for one. . ."
