His lips traced every part of her body
Not in a sexual way
But in a loving, safe way
Every inch that She hated about herself, his lips never failed to meet
His mouth parted slightly and a breathy whisper left his mouth
"Beautiful"
He couldn't say anything else
He couldn't comprehend how she couldn't see what he saw
Every mark, every scar, every indentation, every little thing she hated was all perfect and beautiful in his eyes
His lips reached her stomach and her arms instantly folded across it
His eyes rested upon her face,
Her eyes refusing to meet his
He turned her face towards him and searched her face until she gave in and her eyes met his,
"You're gorgeous"
She didn't have any words when he uncrossed her arms and proceeded to kiss her again
A lump in her throat formed because never did she think she would have this
And she was glad it was him
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Notes From An Overactive Thinker
General FictionThis series consists of all the short writings that i write in my notes, most of it will give you an insight into how my brain works and most of them are just little pieces I wrote when I had the inspiration. Enjoy <3
