Insecure
Added 2020-02-05 15:58:38 +0000 UTCWhen I come in the lights are always on.
All of them.
“I don’t put them on, it’s how they set the room up,” she says as I wander around the hotel room finding light switches and turning off lamps.
She draws off of her vape and says “I never really notice.” She’s watching me instead. Lighting is my detail.
I feel too vulnerable with the room so lit up. Self conscious about my stomach and the lines on my face. I need the room to be forgiving.
Her eyes are forgiving, she shakes her head in disbelief when I undress for her. She makes me feel so beautiful in any light.
