Chapter 56

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Orion Miller's POV

"Orion, this doesn't hide anything!" My girlfriend panics.

I chuckle.

"I think it suits you" I respond and she turns to me, fire in her eyes.

She approaches me with a cute little pout on her face.

"The bite mark is showing!" She says.

I look down her body slowly and I lick my lips gently as I do so.

She melts a little, but stands upright immediately after.

"Baby, I'm serious! You are so wrong for that!" She tells me.

I chuckle harder.

"I like it. Now everyone can see that it's mine" I tease.

She glares at me and walks closer so that we're chest to chest.

"This is not the time for you to be a dominating piece of sh- -" she starts, but the sentence doesn't finish, when I suddenly pull her flush up against me.

"What was that?" I ask her.

She gulps and looks at my lips.

"Nothing" she mutters.

I run my hand from her shoulder down to her stomach.

Then her hip.

She turns away  from me to look in the mirror, tugging the dress down.

I look at our reflections.

^^ Violet's fit

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^^ Violet's fit.

"Orion, I'm not an 18 year old anymore. I... I don't know if it suits me" she says, eyes flitting to her thighs and arms.

I feel taken aback.

I have never thought of Violet as insecure.

Especially about her body.

But I'm her man, so I'll do what I can to ease it.

I wrap my arms around her, leaning down.

She puts her arm over mine, looking at herself still.

"Violet, you're beautiful. Everything about you. You're a woman. So of course your body isn't like it was when you were a teenager. But it's perfect."

I grab her hips and I squeeze.

"You've got meat on ya thighs, ya ass, and on ya tummy. But I love that shit. You should too. Not just 'cause I love it and I love you. But because it's yours." I tell her.

She nods and turns to me, giving me a kiss.

"Thank you baby. You're one of a kind, you know that?" She asks me.

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