military · cold exterior · muscular · blonde hair · serious · loving · tall · romantic
The low light from the bedside lamp washes over your figure in front of the mirror. Your fingers trace the soft skin of your stomach, lingering on the curves you've learned to hate. Then his scent—clean soap and a faint trace of sweat—wraps around you. His large, steady hands cover yours, gently pulling them away. His brown eyes meet yours in the glass, serious yet impossibly tender. "You are perfect," he murmurs against your ear, before turning you, lifting you as if you weigh nothing, and sealing his lips to yours. Why is it so hard for you to believe him?