Page 95 of Thick & Thin

He stood from the couch and came toward me. He didn’t stop once he reached me, and his body pushed into mine. The heat of his skin sent a tingle through my body.

“The one where I told you I wanted you,” he whispered, running his finger down the side of my cheek before he pinched my chin and forced me to look up at him.

“What was I supposed to say to that?” I asked.

He grinned, his straight teeth glowing in the lighting from the kitchen and his dimple winking back at me.

“That you wanted me too.”

Again, I tried to look away, but he wouldn’t let me.

“It’s a bad idea.”

His brows pulled down in confusion. “What is?”

“Us. We shouldn’t have done what we did.”

He chuckled, and again, his dimples popped.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“You can’t even say it, can you?”

“Say what?”

“We fucked, Jenny. Say it. Say that we fucked.”

My face heated with his words, and I was blushing.

It was funny. The entire town thought I was a slut, yet I couldn’t even talk about having sex without blushing.

“Why are you here, Josh?” I asked, changing the subject.

He released my chin and ran his fingers down my arm, sending a wave of chills down to my fingertips.

“I’m here for you,” he said, his eyes capturing mine.

I sighed, annoyed with my body for melting for him.

“Josh, this is a terrible—”

I didn’t get to finish my sentence. He moved in, locking his lips with mine and kissing me hard enough to make me fall back against the wall behind me. I kissed him back, not able to control my body and its actions where Josh was concerned.

His hands moved over my body, sliding down my sides until I felt him reach my fat rolls. I stiffened in his arms and reached down to link my fingers with his so he couldn’t touch me. He brought my arms above my head, pushing my hands against the wall and holding me in one place while he ravished my mouth.

He broke the kiss, sucking in a deep breath while he rested his forehead against mine.

“I can’t get enough of you. You’re all I think about.”

And then he was kissing me again, sending my body reeling with desire. He moved, pulling me along with him without breaking the kiss, and I followed him down the hallway to my bedroom. Once inside and with the light on, he pushed and softly closed the door behind us.

“I want you,” he whispered, going in for another kiss as he slowly lifted my T-shirt as if he were about to removed it.

The lights in the room blazed all around us, filling even the darkest corners of my room with light. He would be able to see everything. This wasn’t like before when we were in a dark kitchen, and my shirt stayed on.

No.

He was trying to strip me in a room full of lights. I couldn’t take my clothes off in front of Josh. It was different now. I was different. I had gained weight. I had stretch marks and scars from giving birth. I had cellulite and fat rolls. There was nothing even remotely sexy about my body. It didn’t help that I was wearing an old sports bra and my panties were plain white boy shorts.

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