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My body tenses at the mention of the strangers coming over, but Alvaro's touch slides down my arm and my tension is replaced with tingles, making me feel safe.
He leads me to stand before the bed and picks up the dress that's lying out. He gestures for me to slip off my towel, but he doesn't even glance to my body. His gaze is firmly fixed on my face, and something about the small gesture makes me smile.
"Hands up," he instructs, and I lift my hands over my head.
His extra inches over me allow him to easily slip the dress over my head. When he moves behind me to do up the zipper, his fingers skim up my bare spine and make me shiver.
But when he comes back around in front of me and kneels before me, I almost crumple. He takes the panties that he had draped over his wrist and has me step in one foot at a time. Pushing up my sundress, he pulls the garment up my body, and when they're settled around my hips, he pauses with his hands gripping my hips.
The whole time, his gaze was fixed on my own, but now he's studying where my belly hangs over the panties.
"I'm going to kiss you," he informs me, his gaze once again meeting my own.
I suck in a sharp breath, my lips tingling at the thought of his own tangling with mine.
Instead, he pushes my dress up higher and lowers his lips to caress my belly apron. I shiver when his warm lips connect with my skin. He just stays there, lips on my skin, burying his face into my fat.
Instinctively, my hand goes up to run through his hair, and his eyes come up to meet my own again.
"Tighter," he whispers, and I tighten my grip.
He goes back to kissing my skin, tracing my stretch marks with his lips, worshiping me. I feel treasured and tears start to track down my cheeks. When he notices, he rises quickly to wipe them away.
"What was that for?" I ask.
"Beauty deserves to be acknowledged," he says simply, tucking hair behind my ear once again. "You need to remember that you're valuable. If you need the reminder, then we're here to be that for you."
I choke in a breath and nod. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me for being honest." He smiles. "Come on. Our guests should be here soon. Let's go pour you a glass of wine, shall we?"
He takes me by the hand and leads me out to the open space that holds the living room and kitchen, where Bex is preparing dinner.
A charcuterie board is on the kitchen island, and Alvie goes over to make a plate, which he hands to me before reaching for the wine glasses.
"Red or white?"
"Red please." He nods and pours me a half glass.
"I'm gonna go into the workshop for a bit," he says, handing me the glass and turning to head to the garage. "Y'all have fun."
Bex turns around and her eyes light up when she spots me, sending warmth down my spine.
"You're glowing, Nay." I blush. "Come over and taste this for me."
I round the island and am hit with the aroma of Italian spices and the rich pasta sauce that's bubbling on the stove.
"We're having lamb, pasta, and grilled veggies," she shares.
"Sounds delicious." My tummy growls and she let’s out a little laugh.
Silence settles between us as Bex works on the meal until I can't stand it anymore.
"I feel really bad."
"What, why?" Confusion laces her tone.
"I managed to shower, but I couldn't get myself ready. So Alvie did it."
