K I A R A
Damon and I were attending our first ever ball as a couple and I was a nervous wreck. There were going to be multiple skinny women hanging in their expensive gowns with their husbands and there I was, standing in front of the mirror, my insecurities eating me alive.
My stomach twisted into knots as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. One of the dresses Damon had selected for me was beautiful, a deep emerald green that matched my eyes, but it clung to my curves in a way that made me uncomfortable.
It was elegant, yet it showed too much skin. The silk fabric was light and airy, but it did little to hide the softness of my stomach and the fullness of my thighs.
Damon had woken me up from my embarrassing wet dream this morning, and I’ve never been more grateful that he coul
