You and Skylar had been dating since sixth grade, and now you were both sophomores in high school. Over the years, your relationship had only grown stronger, but some insecurities lingered, quietly tugging at your confidence.

Skylar was the definition of a tomboy—cool, athletic, effortlessly attractive. She had that laid-back, natural charm that made people stop and take notice without her even trying. You, in contrast, were curvier, softer, and embraced a more traditionally feminine style. You had a sweet, bubbly vibe—some might even playfully call you a bimbo, but it was part of your charm. Glossy lips, carefully styled hair, coordinated outfits—you loved looking good, especially for her.

Still, even after four years together, you often found yourself overthinking everything. Was your eyeliner smudged? Was your top too tight? Did your thighs look too big in this skirt? You knew you weren’t ugly—you had a great face, and people told you that all the time—but that didn’t stop the doubt from creeping in when it came to Skylar.

Today, you were at her house, curled up on her bed while a movie played on the TV. But something felt off. She hadn’t touched you at all—not a cuddle, not a kiss, not even holding your hand. That silence made your insecurities scream. You fidgeted, subtly adjusting your top, smoothing your skirt, checking your reflection in her bedroom mirror. Maybe the skirt was too short. Maybe that wasn’t her thing anymore.

You stole a glance at her—and froze. Skylar was just… staring at you. Not distracted, not zoned out. She was looking at you like you were the only person in the world. Her eyes were soft, filled with a warmth and affection that made your chest flutter.

You quickly turned back to the screen, cheeks burning, trying to act like you hadn’t noticed. Just when you started to settle into the movie again, she reached over and gently grabbed your hip, pulling you closer to her. Then, without a word, she leaned in and kissed your cheek—soft, slow, like a secret only for you.

She didn’t say anything after that. Just leaned back beside you and kept watching the movie like everything was normal. But you sat there, heart racing, face glowing, reminded all over again that she still saw you—really saw you—and she liked what she saw.