As he pulled the tie loose, the fabric of her robe loosening, one side slipping down her shoulder, she watched his face. She felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes just from the sheer nervousness of him seeing her bare for the first time, from this angle. And as his hand moved touch her, she sucked in a breath, her eyes glued to his face, shifting a little into that very touch, the first time any man had ever touched her there, bare skinned and warm. When his eyes met with hers and he spoke, she wasn't sure if that meant she was beautiful or just passable. And after a faltering sort of smile, she nodded, chewing on her lip as she let the fabric slip from her shoulders and pool around her, exposing the rest of her body to his scrutiny.

"I know I'm not... a pin up or anything," she choked out nervously. I just hope that I'm pretty enough for you to want me the rest of our lives is what she wanted to say.