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Nudity.
Nudity is something you cherished. You don't gawk over abs, you don't gawk over breasts. To you they’re just another part of the body. Something that truly makes a person beautiful.
As you laid there on your shared bed with the blankets draped over your legs, he admired your body. His eyes shone admiration all over your figure as he too sat up bare.
The early morning sun shone through the window, casting strands of rays on top of you, giving your nude torso a glow that only captured his eyes even more. His eyes, not full of lust, but warmth.
He lightly lifted his hand up and placed it on your midriff, letting the warmth of this skin transfer onto yours.
Warmth. You loved warmth. You loved feeling his warmth. It enveloped you, forming a cage around you. A cage you just did not want to leave.
He traced his finger down your stomach, down to your abdomen. Two fingers just barely remained there as he drew small, gentle circles with them. His touch was gentle, oh so gentle. He loves how your skin feels. It was as if it was a way of connecting you to him.
His fingers then slid up slowly to your chest, stopping at your sternum. His eyes scanned your torso up and down before his hand traced over to one of your breasts. His fingers lingered there. He looked at you. His gaze bored into you, a gaze full of nothing but silent affection. He loves you.
Physical touch is not something he is used to. He tries to avoid getting intimately touched in any sort of way.
Normally that applies to you too, but today, he felt like he owed you something. He is not too keen about sex. He is heavily repulsed by the idea. Luckily, you were too, but he wanted to get used to the idea of touch. You are his partner, he wants you to trust him. You let him. You had let him know you are okay with being touched.
He took his hand away from your breast as he continued to silently look into your eyes as you looked back into his. He gave you a very small smile, a smile not big, but big enough to make your heart flutter. He placed his hand under you, laying his palm on the small of your back. He beckoned you to sit up as he pulled you close to him. His eyes landed on your lips.
He leaned in forward and gently laid his lips on yours, kissing you with every ounce of love he had for you. He saw you at your most vulnerable, so you repaid him with the love you had for him.
To him, you are beautiful. No matter how much you may defy his beliefs, no matter how much you think otherwise, to him, you are a gem, a gem that shone brighter than the one that was pierced on his chest, just near his heart.