THE HEAT, AGAIN

HAZEL

"Ramon?" I say, climbing into the bed beside him. It's late and all I want to do is sleep. He turns his attention to me and knots his eyebrows.

"Yes, cupcake?" He asks, looking me over. I don't ever really understand why he does that. It's fine though.

I blow out a breath and look into his eyes. "Are you upset about me not changing in front of you?" I ask, knotting my eyebrows. Ramon looks at me and shakes his head.

"It's a little disappointing knowing that you don't trust me." He says gently, "but eventually I'll break you off that." He shrugs.

"Oh," I say, trying to think of something else to add. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm just shy. I don't even like changing in front of a mirror." I point out.

Ramon sighs. "You're beautiful, and one day you're going to realise that." He smiles and kisses my forehead.

I don't say a word. I choose not to argue with what he has to say. As much as I want to tell him that he's wrong, it will on infuriate him. Men don't realise how muh