“You’re selling yourself too short,” he mumbled, his fingers playing with your belly as he traced its curves and the stretch marks that you believed stained your skin. He, however, believed otherwise. “I like your belly…” he mumbles, chin resting below your waist line as he lies on top of you, giving your body the attention it deserves, the attention you refuse to give it.

“Gives me something to squeeze. It’s cute, y’know?” He yawned softly as he laid his head down on your stomach.