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Abby found herself pressed against the bed on her back, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as Remo's large, muscular frame hovered above her, his face inches away, baring a deep, dark desire through his burning hazel gaze.

Her gaze darted away, her heart pounding against her chest, as she couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes.

She covered her face with her hand, her fingers peeking through as she attempted to shield herself from his gaze, feeling utterly shy and vulnerable in his presence.

As someone who had grown up hating how she looked and being reminded how ugly she was everyday she suddenly felt self-conscious.

It was hard not to hate yourself when everyone does. She felt ashamed being naked to him like this.

Fortunately he didn't see the scars on her back that she had gotten from her auntie's beating. Will he be disgusted?

"Are you hiding yourself, love? Don't—let me see your beautiful face, don't hide from me."