𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 was raised from the ground up knowing nothing but comparison and perfection.
She compared herself to her successful parents, supermodel sister, and glamorous friends. Instead of love, she harbored a raging jealousy for nea...
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S i m o n e
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I didn't expect to be this suddenly nervous, again.
People had seen me topless before, some even naked (not that I remembered much of those experiences). A part of me was scared he'd say something even though I knew he wouldn't.
I was almost just waiting for him to comment on how much bigger I'd gotten, how different my body looked in reality compared to how he imagined it.
If Nico began liking me when I was at my smallest, how would he like me now that I looked so much bigger? I covered most of the full-length mirrors in my house, even I couldn't stand seeing my body and now it would be on display for him to critique and scrutinize.
Worrying was an understatement.
"It's okay," Nico whispered, his thumb hooked under my shirt and rubbed circular motions on my hipbones as he peered up at me.
I knew he was trying to be comforting, but the reassurance only made me feel worse. I was sure he could hear my heart beating at an irrational speed with how close his head was to my chest.
"Nico," I murmured, pursing my lips before I had a chance to really say more.
My heart wasn't the only thing pulsing, and as badly as I wanted this, wanted him, I don't know if I was strong enough to bear how exposed I'd have to be to get what I wanted.
His eyes were so much darker than normal, his pupils dilated to the point they nearly took up the entire iris. His eyelashes weighed down his already heavy lids, and I wondered if these were the results of impatience. Maybe I was taking too long.
"Mona," He replied, his voice coated with a thickness that landed right in my lower abdomen. "I need you to realize how beautiful you are."
"When have I said I wasn't?" I raised my eyebrow, somewhat hoping I could in some way stir up an argument that would prevent this moment from progressing.
