You stood in front of the mirror in your room, wearing only your undergarments, sighing as you looked yourself up and down, your eyes lingering on certain parts of your body that you didn’t like. You never liked the way you looked and wished you could change it. That was until you felt a pair of hands rest on your shoulders, and you knew just who's hands they were by how firm yet gentle they were, and by the fact that they covered your shoulders. "Is something wrong, my love?" he asked.