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oversized denim button down tunic. It seemed like something easy and comfortable, but now with those blue eyes on me...
    I lifted my arms to pull it over my head, but his voice made me freeze.
    "Unbutton it. Slowly."
    It should have been infuriating. It was like he was purposefully pushing the envelope. After all, it wasn't Jacob that would be sitting there buttnaked as the attendant gaped in shock. But I wasn't infuriated. My body hummed deliciously. I could feel the goose flesh race over my skin beneath my clothing. I didn't need to strip off my underwear to know I was already soaking wet, extremely aroused at the very thought of what I knew was inevitable. I was going to strip.
    I started with the top button, barely able to clasp it because my fingers tingled and shook. The first was released and I stole a look at him, seeing his lips part slightly. Those beautiful lips that I couldn't wait to kiss. That I'd get to kiss for the rest of my life. When his eyes narrowed I rushed to the next, then third, before he cleared his throat. I slowed, unhooking the fourth, letting out a shaky breath as I neared the valley of my cleavage and my fingertips stroked the path toward my breasts.
    And I was right there, completely naked, the soft leather chair kissing my skin and Jacob stroking me with his intense blue gaze.
    I gripped the armrest tight, heat dancing in my belly before it ricocheted over me. "Now what?"
    I watched the lust race over his features before he cleared his throat, hiding it away behind cool sophistication. Acting like I wasn't completely in the buff--and he wasn't sporting a raging erection. He was silent, reaching for his glass of scotch and taking a long, deliberate sip. He lowered it down, stoic as ever, but he was gripping the glass like it was a lifeline; the only thing keeping him from losing it and taking me right there.
    I expected him to gesture at the sleeping cabin, but he didn't say a word. Gears turned and I wondered if keeping it together, keeping my hands off him, off myself was so hard for me, how hard was it for him? Jacob was a man used to being in control but I could see that he was fighting to keep his cool.
     
     
    The metallic clink of the rings being slid to the side and the curtain being parted cut through our staring contest.
    The worry I had was being realized.
    The flight attendant was in the main cabin.
    "Can I--" The flight attendant's gasp rippled through the cabin and my chest tightened.
    I glanced at her and saw the sheer white terror of her complexion. Not disgust, not judgment like I'd expected. Fear.
    I looked back at Jacob, who studied me intently. He probably expected me to futilely grip my clothing and clasp it to my naked body. And that was the first place my mind went. Self-preservation. I was human after all and years of feeling average, less than average even, hadn't been wiped away despite Jacob's love and insistence that I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
    The self doubt lied in my subconscious, waiting for moments like this. Moments where I was face to face with the question: Am I really beautiful? Then the whispers of the girls who used to pick on me and the boys that broke my heart came screaming back. They told me I wasn't someone worthy of Jacob.
    Silence reverberated around the room and there was something else that kept me from shrinking away and apologizing for subjecting her to my blinding nakedness. My self doubt was real. The scars I carried would never truly go away. But it wasn't alone. There was another part of me that felt beautiful. Desirable. Who saw confirmation in the way my guy looked at me.
    I sat up straight, proud of the way my body was slick against the cool leather. My curves weren't something to cover. I was beautiful.
    "I think I'm fine for now." I said, answering the question she didn’t quite get out. I pulled my hair from my ponytail, wild and untamed curls bouncing free and tossed it over my shoulder with a confidence I didn't