“I would very much like to watch.” He watched with narrowed eyes as she shook her head no. “No?”
“No,” she whispered, “my belly jiggles too much. It was horrifying. Savannah and I did the six weeks and never went back.”
He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms completely around her. “Your belly is perfect.”
“Dulce said I’m fat.”
The words came out of nowhere and hung between them and she saw the shock register on his face, and she was mortified. Damn the vodka and her insecurities.
“She is wrong, you are perfect. I could wring her neck for making you feel anything other than perfect.” He tilted her chin with his finger. “Never forget this, there is nothing I would change about you.”
“Not even my jiggly bits?”
His hand brazenly palmed her breast, in full view of anyone who dared to wa
