The Last Serenade

the waistband

"How was your flight?" He asked, his voice low.

I nod, shrugging. "I guess it was alright. Boring, of course. I slept almost the whole way." My face turned into his neck as I spoke, muffling myself as I reach up, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt. "You miss me?" Mateo asks, amused by my actions.

I nod, kissing down his neck to his chest where the buttons restarted up again. I sigh, inhaling his scent again, and again. "I miss you too," mateo smiled down at me, his fingers hooking my hair behind my ear before laying me down on the bed.

His hands traced my curves down to my shirt, pushing it up to the waistband of my sweatpants. Mateo kept eye contact with me, though untying the double knot I had in the drawstrings of my sweatpants.

POSSIBLE TW: EATING DISORDER, DEPRESSION.

He loosened them up just a bit, marks in my waist from how tight I had them to keep from falling while I walked. I had lost a bit of weight than when I first had them, i had gone through a rough breakup at the time. I didn't take care of myself, so I had put on a bit of weight, lost it again, gained it back, lost it.

then I met him. At first I didn't think I was good enough for someone like him until he professed his love.

I had the motivation to get my body in shape, eat healthier and I loved myself. I loved who I had become, I had the body i wanted. Finally. I never would have thought that someone like him would be the reason why, but finally.