"Do you think I'm beautiful?"
I turned my head to see her standing in our room, completely nude, except for a towel on her head.
"Clothes!" I practically yelled out, quickly looking away from her naked form. Sure, I had seen her naked before, but she was just standing there like she didn't even realize she was naked.
"Do you think I'm beautiful?" She repeated.
I looked over at her, she stood there, showing all of herself to me. I realize how, unlike her, this was. How probably even standing there exposed like that to me must be taken a lot of courage for her.
"Babe." I could feel myself glowing with my love for her. "You're gorgeous."
"I'm all red and blotchy." She pouted, looking over at her shoulder where acne scars marked her shoulders.
"Do you think I'm ugly because of my stretch marks?"
"Of course not." She said quickly, shaking her head.
"You know I love you, and I don't think you're ugly at all. Red blotches and all."
She gave me a soft smile, wrapping a hand around her as though suddenly realizing how exposed she was.
"Now, will you please put some clothes on, or at least give me a warning next time."
"Well I'm all naked, maybe you could show me how much you love me." She offered a smirk, and I could help but let out a snort.
"Oh, you think you're sly, don't you?" I walked over to her, taking her hands and leading her back to the bed. "I'll show you how much I really love you."
