A Whole New World
“You don’t get it.”
I raised an eyebrow, still amused. “Then please, enlighten me. The court is listening.”
He reached out and gently cupped my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks like I was made of something delicate.
“If for some reason,” he began, “you became a size 8, or really fat, or tall, or short, or whatever shape life throws at you… it wouldn’t change a thing. I don’t love you because of how you look. I love you because you’re you. You are my spec, Essence. You are what I want. And nothing—nothing—can ever change that.”
Chapitres populaires