Psychic Love - Skysolo

𝕃𝕏𝕏𝕏𝕀: 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝

Hello there! How's it going? 

Here is a very fluffy charpter!

Without any further ado, let's just dive right into it! 

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*Luke's POV*

This was our last night standing in France before catching a plane home. 

I stepped out of the shower with Han again. It still made me feel incredibly anxious to do so, as he could see my entire body, the one I didn't felt confortable with, and all I wanted to do was get dried and dressed a soon as possible. 

I put on my underwear and pants first. I don't really have a problem with my legs, they are long and smooth as I shave them frequently. I don't have a problem with them. 

But looking in the mirror, I could see the real problems, what I really hated. 

-Oh baby... are you judging yourself in the mirror again? - Han unfortunately caught up to what I was doing, wich wasn't hard to figure out by how my eyes had teared up and my face only showed disappointment. 

I didn't answer. I didn't needed to. He seemed to have an idea and his arms surrounded me, making me look into the mirror. 

-Kid, do you trust me? - I nooded instantly. Of course I trusted Han. - Look right into the mirror. No, not at me, at you. 

I forced myself to lock eyes with my reflection, not standing my own gaze for more a than some seconds. 

-Look at yourself, your whole body. Tell me exactly what you don't like about it. 

I was just about to question him, but he seemed to know what he was doing. I signed and looked around. 

-I hate how small and fragile my arms look. I hate the scars all over my chest and belly, my upper arms and under the band aids. I hate how thin and fragile I look close to you. I hate how ever since I started to eat more my stomach was no longer completely flat. I hate the scars in my back, that remind me of such dark times. - I told him all of my conclusions and he listened attentively. 

-Now, tell me what you like about your body. All details, don't let a single one slip. - His voice was velvety against my ear, his breath tickled my neck. 

-I... I like my legs, how long, soft and slender they are. I like my hand, how they don't look childish. I like my hair and my eyes and I like how loft my lips always are. I like the purple marks you leave on my neck and chest, I never thought anyone would ever give them to me. - I chuckled saying this last phrase and he smiled warmly, prompting me to go on. - I... I like how my skin isn't full of pimples and blackheads, how clear it is. 

I stopped, showing I had nothing more to say. He gently moved my head lo I was looking at my face again and, for my surprise, I was smiling. 

-Your body is only as bad as you consider it. Even you, who's always so reluctant to feel good about it, are smiling over the things you find positive.- He said, making me blush, but the smile never left. - Now, can I ask you to do something for me? 

-Okay... 

-Look at yourself in the eyes again and repeat after me, ok? 

I nooded, not sure where this was heading. Yet, I looked at myself in the mirror again. 

-"I am beautiful." 

-Han... 

-Please, for me prince. 

-... I am beautiful. 

It did felt like it moved something in me, like I, for once. believed those words.