Swallowing my burp, I stared at the view of the resort from the small hill, where I could see the guests enjoying the last weeks of summer.
The whole place was enough to give anyone peace—but not me.
"Stop staring," I chided, noticing how Valerian's eyes had been eating me up since we woke up this morning.
It's making me so conscious of how I look.
Does he think I look fat? I did gain weight from my pregnancy because of my nonstop cravings, and it was obvious—especially on my arms and cheeks.
When I looked in the mirror this morning, I thought I was staring at a steamed bun. I already have a double chin, and it's kind of stressing me out.
"You look beautiful," he suddenly uttered, looking at me viciously—like he's a wild lion and he wants to eat me.
Rolling my eyes, I created some s
