“Seriously. I made this top.” I said.
“Shut up. No way. It’s too freaking cute. Could you make another one?” She asked me with excitement in her eyes.
I nodded then, “Yeah, I love making clothes and such. I just need your measurements, and I’ll be happy to.”
“Wow. That’s great. Just give me the price.”
“Okay. What color would you want it in?”
She stood there as I saw her mind thinking the color options over, “How about a soft lilac?”
I grinned, “Perfect.”
Then Grey’s arm tightened around my waist, “Really?”
I looked up at him and nodded. “Yeah, the other bedroom in my house is my craft room. I love making clothes.”
He nodded, “Good thing we got a five-bedroom house then. We’re golden.”
I felt my breath stall in my lungs.
***
And yes... that night in his room at the clubhouse, he definitely had other parts that needed my attention.
***
It was two weeks later, and I had stayed the night at Grey’s place.
That night, my bladder woke me up.
“And where do you think you’re going?” he asked sleepily.
I smiled as I turned my head and kissed his cheek, “Bathroom.”
“Mmkay. Don’t be gone long.”
I giggled.
Once I had done my business, I glanced in the mirror and stared.
Just then, a pair of hands settled on my hips, and a chin rested on the top of my head.
“You were gone too long, baby girl.” He murmured against my neck.
“What do you see when you look at me?” I asked.
He grinned, then he sobered, realizing this moment was about my self-doubt.
And he said only a few words. A few words that said all he needed them to say.
A few words that mended some broken part inside of me, I didn’t even realize was broken.
“I see mine,” he said.
And then his hands started to roam over my body.
“I see my tits. I see my stomach. I see my fucking promised land. I see every single vein that houses the blood that flows to the heart that belongs to me.”
