C18 Everything about you is perfection

“You’re beautiful,” he gasped.

I looked at him as he took me in. He was staring at the scars on my thighs, the ones on my hips. All the marks from my past were out now.

“See? I’m not that perfect,” I murmured.

“No, but you are perfect.”

“You’re going to keep saying that. But I’m not perfect.”

“You are for me,” he whispered, his eyes finally meeting mine again.

“Let’s see,” I murmured