Third Person's POV
'I am not shallow,'
She told herself firmly, and her wet hands cupped her breasts under the water as she spoke to her own reflection in the dark pool.
'I am not cheap. Instead, my mind and body recognized quality.
I chose the perfect romantic partner I could have hoped for and the partner I deserve.'
The thought made her blush, but this time, the blush was not born of uncontrolled hormones. It was something else, something almost like pride.
And the best part about everything that had happened was the fact that he had reciprocated her attraction and had transformed it into something so major, so fast that she had nearly lost herself in processing it.
If she had wanted, she could have gone back to him again and continued their secret activity, which she eagerly wanted to do even now, but she controlled herself as she wanted to preserve her value in front of him.
'He finds me beautiful, and he desires me. He especially loves my breasts...'
