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You stood in front of the mirror in just your bra and underwear, looking at your body. You hadn't really gained that much weight, but when you looked in front of the mirror, all you could see was that extra fat on your stomach. You had tried exercising and dieting, but it was so hard to keep it up, and no matter what you did, the fat didn't seem to go away. It was like an evil plague that haunted your life. You held a dress in front of your body, hiding your torso, so you could focus on your face. You liked your face. You thought the red in your black bangs looked pretty and unique, and you liked your facial structure. It was just your body that you wished you could make disappear.

You heard the door to your bedroom open up, and your boyfriend, Mark, walked in. "Rylee, are you in here?"
"Don't come in here!" you shouted, panic evident in your voice. Ever since you gained the weight, you hadn't let Mark see you without clothes on. You were ashamed, and you were afraid he would judge you for it.

Mark opened the door to the closet and saw you frantically pulling a shirt over your head. He frowned. "Jagi," he called out softly.

You glanced at Mark, and your eyes widened. You still weren't dressed. You only had one arm in your shirt and the rest of it only covered part of your torso. You fell to your knees and hugged your body. "Don't look at me."

Mark quickly walked over to you and wrapped you in his arms. "What's wrong? Did I do something to offend you?"
You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. "No. You didn't do anything. It's me."

Mark pulled you onto his lap and stroked your back, trying to calm you. "Hey, I'm sure whatever it is will be okay. I'm here for you, you know that, right? No matter what, I'm here."

You sniffled and wiped your tears. "I feel so fat," you admitted. "I've been trying to lose weight, but this layer of fat on my tummy just won't go away. I don't want you to see me like this, because I'm hideous."

"Hey now," Mark cooed. He put his hand underneath your chin and made you look at him. "Honestly, I can't even tell that you've gained weight, and either way, it doesn't really matter. You could gain ten, fifteen, thirty pounds more, and I wouldn't care. Do you want to know why?" You nodded your head. "It's because I didn't fall in love with you for your long legs or body. I fell in love with you because I love the way you look when you're curled up on the couch with a book. I love the way you completely disappear when you're listening to your music and the way you dance around when you don't think I'm looking."
"Really?" you whispered, another tear rolling down your cheek. You had been so self-conscious lately, you didn't even think to confide in Mark about your problems, but the way he responded only showed you how perfect he was.

"There's more." Mark started stroking your hair. "I love the way you always ask me how my day was and how you think about people other than yourself. I may have started liking you because I thought you were pretty, but I fell in love with you for what's inside of you. And frankly, you still turn me on like no other woman can, and it's been driving me crazy that you haven't let me touch you."

"Even though I've gained weight?" you asked.

Mark smiled. "Even though you've gained weight. Just yesterday I was about ready to pounce on you when you walked by me, swaying your hips." Mark swiped his finger over your cheek, wiping away your tears. "And if you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you." Mark moved his arm underneath your legs and lifted you up. You wrapped your arms around Mark's neck as he took you out of the closet. He gently laid you on the bed and removed the shirt that was awkwardly around your neck.

He crawled onto the bed next to you. Instead of kissing your lips, he went for your torso. He started under your chest, and he left little butterfly kisses all around your stomach, moving around your belly button and lingering on your hips. You just watched Mark as he showed you exactly how much he didn't care about your weight gain. His fingers stroked up and down your sides, causing goosebumps to fill your torso. His hands found your hips and gently squeezed them.

Mark sat up and removed his own shirt and pants. He moved one leg in between yours and crawled on top of you. His fingers intertwined with your long, thin fingers and pressed your hands above your head. He pecked your lips. "I love everything about you," he said in between kisses.

"I love you, too," you whispered after Mark's lips left yours. He started kissing each of your cheeks, and then he kissed all along your jawline, his sweet kisses making your body tingle. He started rubbing in between your legs with his own leg, making you moan. His lips trailed down your neck, staying gentle and sweet the entire time. When he reached your collarbone, he let go of your hands. He slid his hands underneath your back, and you arched, helping him reach your bra clasp. He unhooked it and quickly discarded the garment. He cupped one breast with his soft hands and kissed your other one.

"You know," Mark muttered into your chest. "I think your boobs have gotten bigger." He gave you more kisses.
"Mark!" you whined, lightly tapping him on the shoulder.

"What?" Mark said innocently. "It's a good thing." Mark kissed your lips to silence you. He then reached down and removed your underwear. He stroked you a few times and then lingered on your sensitive nub. He added pressure there, making a moan escape your lips. He continued rubbing you faster and harder, but your moans quickly became too much for him. He pulled his own boxers off before straddling you.

He looked down into your eyes and smiled. "I'm so happy you're mine. All of you." He leaned forward and kissed your lips passionately. Your eyes fluttered shut and kissed him back. He slowly slid inside of you and waited for you to adjust to his size. He started moving back and forth slowly, never separating his lips from yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. You wanted him as close to you as possible. This was the most loving he had ever been during sexy times, and it made you feel like the most beautiful woman. It was the small things that made you feel that way, like the way his grip tightened on your fingers and all of his deliberate kisses.
Soon you felt yourself getting close. Mark picked up his speed, getting close himself. You felt the heat building inside of your core, and your breathing quicken. Mark stared into your eyes as his speed increased. He wanted to look at you as you came together. You were tempted to close your eyes, but you didn't want to break eye contact with Mark. Your walls began throbbing around Mark's member as your body released. Mark twitched, and he released as well. He rolled over and pulled you on top of him, giving you another kiss.

"I want you to remember one thing," Mark whispered. "You're perfect just the way you are, and no matter how much your body changes, I will love you always. Even when you're old and wrinkly, I will think you're the most beautiful person on this planet."

You rested your head on Mark's chest and listened to his heart beating. "I love you, Mark Tuan."
Mark stroked your hair. "I love you, too, beautiful."