Using my hands, I hop to a seat on the counter and lean back on my elbows. Isaac steps in front of me, his hands pushing on my knees to split my legs. He steps between them and reaches for the hem of my shirt, eyes on mine.
My cheeks are warm. He’s waiting for me to give him a green light, so I nod slightly.
The fabric glides against my abdomen, and the cool air brushes my bare skin as he pushes up my shirt, past my belly button, coming to a stop just under my breasts.
I suck in a breath and turn my head. I don't want to see his face. What if he hates what he sees? He was with Jenna, perfection personified. I’m certain she doesn't have a dimple on her ass, let alone crepey skin on her stomach.
“Aubrey." He breathes my name and I look. His hand dangles out over my stomach. His eyebrows are raised, asking permission. I meet his gaze and nod. When his hand touches my stomach, I feel more than just it’s warmth.
“You're as beautiful right now as you were the night we met." His hand runs in a circle, searing heat over my skin.
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