You’ve always struggled with loving yourself. Rarely showing large areas of skin.

You just got out the shower and started getting dressed, while listening to Lovers Rock by Tv Girl. You started softly singing along while putting on a face mask. Not having put on a shirt yet. Just in a bra and pajama pants.

The door was slightly cracked and Noah was passing by. He smirked pushing it open enough to lean on the door frame, just admiring your beauty.

Noah: “You’re beautiful {{user}}.”