After a good minute passed, with him suffocating between my tits, he straightened up, stared at me, then shook his head like...
With any other man, I’d think he was disappointed in me.
That he thought me lesser.
But Brennan, when he looked at me like that, I knew he was thinking, ‘How am I supposed to keep my hands off her?’
Beneath his gaze, I actually feltdesirable.Not just for who I was or what was between my thighs, but me. As a whole.
I’d never realized how deconstructed I felt and what that did to my self image, something I’d even perpetuated when I’d had breast augmentation surgery that had nearly bankrupted me at the time. I was a womb, a pussy, tits, ass. I’d never beenCamille.
Until now.
And the craziest thing of all?
I liked Camille.
A smile curved my lips, one I didn’t even register, one that came with a contentment that I hoped would only grow with time, getting deeper and deeper the longer we were together. I was taking every day as it came, would continue to do so with the weeks and months ahead, but for now, I was happy.
I knew, where regular dating was concerned, we were in the first flush, but this wasn’t a regular relationship. Nothing about us was.
I just hoped that we continued in this vein.
He clucked his tongue as he reached up, his thumb smoothing along my smile. “I’ll see you later, Camille.”
Nodding, I whispered, “Can’t wait.”
That wasn’t a lie, either.
I couldn’t.