***Arbor Alexander's POV***
I stretch my arms and yawn. The light comes through the window, making it hard to sleep. I turn over and see Antonio is still sleeping beside me. He looks so at peace.
Instead of waking him up, I slide out of bed undetected. I walk to the bathroom and start my routine. Flipping on the lights, I see my ugly reflection. Last night I washed my face, took off my fake eyelashes and all of my features disappeared. This woman in the mirror has no eyelashes or eyebrows and very little hair.
I pick up the pencil and start to pencil in my eyebrows. After ten minutes of that, I put on my eye lashes.
"Hey." Antonio's groggy voice makes me jump a little as I hold the eyelash, letting it set. "What are you doing?"
"Just putting my face on." I mumble, making eye contact with him through my bathroom mirror. He's shirtless and is sporting a pair of sweats that show off his v-lines. Oh my god, he looks amazing.
He walks forward and wraps his arms around my waist. I'm in nothing but my black lace underwear set.
"You don't have to do anything to your face." He whispers and kisses my bare shoulder, sending chills up the left side of my neck. "You're beautiful, baby. Come back to bed."
"After I make myself look presentable."
"Do you have work today?" He asks while he continues to kiss up and down my neck.
"No." I giggle when he starts to nip at my neck.
"Then stop, and come back to bed." He begs and grabs my hand that's holding the eyelash, pulling it down and entangling our fingers. Our eyes are now locked through the mirror again. "You don't have to go out today. Let's stay in bed."
The offer is too tempting. "Let me wash my face." I whisper, feeling a surge of self confidence because of Antonio.
"Okay, baby." He whispers as he nibbles on my earlobe, continuing to send chills to my core. Then as quick as he walked in, he walks out and back to bed.
Finally, my makeup is washed off and I walk back to my bedroom. Antonio is laying on his side, looking at me.
His eyes on me and the way he bites his lip makes me blush.
I'm bald.
And he still find me attractive.
I nothing but skin and bones.
And he still finds me attractive.
I'm weak.
And he still finds me attractive.
I can't get the feeling deep in my belly to go away when he looks at me like he is right now. So I walk to him with such grace, even I'm amazed, and lay down on top of him.
The feeling of my cool belly on his warm abs is exhilarating.
"I love you, Arbor. I always will." He whispers as his hands wrap around my neck and pull me down to meet his mouth. While we kiss, I feel his hands run through the hair that barely covers my head.
Saying I'm bald is an over exaggeration. Hair is maybe an inch long. I look like a little boy, but for some reason when Antonio touches me; I feel like a woman.
