He asked me with his eyes:
My dear
Do you love me?
My dear
Do you love me?
I traced a finger along his jawline.
Chéri
I would love you stripped of everything you have. Your wealth, your prestige. This body you're in. The skin you wear.
Chéri
I would love you stripped of everything you have. Your wealth, your prestige. This body you're in. The skin you wear.
In the end, it's just you and me.