i online shopped and there the box sat. in the bottom of my closet. i had yet to try the clothes on.
feeling as if even the full mirror i was going to try them on in would give me a dirty look. i wasn't the most flattering thing to look at.
dragging that large brandy melville box into the closet opening, having room to walk back and see my full body in the mirror.
peering at my self with a side eye. the tight maroon dress that i had on hugged my body in all the wrong places. i'd rather my clothes be loose. looking one last time before i was about to slip it over my head and take it off.
i posed full mirror. still didn't help my body shape.
"w- wha- when did you get that?" a large husky voice filled the silence of the closet. eyes light green to dark.
he gripped my waist, letting his hands roam for a second. sending chills through my body as he did. the most intense stare.
"i ordered it last week and they just came in." sworn i saw spittles of drool drop out of his parted open mouth.
his muscular arms retracted as he pulled away from me.
"spin." wanting me to do a full spin on front of him. i did so as he took my hand and held it up helping me to spin. looking back at me in the mirror. skintight dress caressing every place he wanted to.
"i take it you like?" i day once he grips my waist tighter.
"very much so, looks absolutely fucking amazing." his tongue ran over his top set of teeth before he pushed his lips onto mine.
"what about you?" he flipped me around so that i was facing the full body mirror. his hands resting on my stomach.
a loose hug from behind.
"um i-ts not the b-best, t-think i-i might c-change." suddenly stuttering. self consciousness, something that johnny feared and he hated how i let it take over my mind. as well as insecurities.
moment of silence. a great pause. as if he didn't understand me.
"i'm sorry i didn't quite get what you just said. repeat." he pulled me closer into his lower half, hold tight on me.
"i-i just d-don't know about it. j-just doesn't look right." i gulped, speaking softly. his jaw clenched.
"doesn't look right? stomachs flat. your chest, i could drown in those. that ass, fucking wonderful." drown? what the hell. his hand spread and touched every place as he spoke about them.
"every curve on this pretty little body of yours i'm obsessed with. god damn you're gorgeous. i am obsessed with you in general, don't you ever talk down on yourself or you beauty. not even this tiny little cute ass freckles on your face." he paused looking down at me in the mirror. pulling my loose hair behind my ear.
"i'm in love with every asset of you. your kissable collar bone to your oddly shaped feet." i giggled glancing down at the floor.
"another thing that's sexy is when you wear your glasses. you hate that shit but i don't. i really brings out your brown eyes that are so light and beautiful. so fucking beautiful. this little crinkles you get around your nose when you don't understand something. if i don't compliment or tell that enough.
you are an angel. a goddess. girls would die to have the perfect body that you have babe. i'm not with you just because of you looks. your personality is insane. you are into the same things i am and i didn't think i meet someone exactly like me. please don't talk bad about yourself, i despise that." i placed a warm but much needed kiss on the tip of his nose.
"i needed that babe, you're so good to me. i swear i don't deserve your love sometimes." he lightly chuckled.
i have a confession. i am amya and i'm so in love with johnny vincent orlando. love u boo boos.
