I keep having the urge to cross my hands over my chest, to cover up my breasts, to hide. I'm suddenly aware of how pale I look in the sunshine, and how many moles I have spotting up and down my chest, and I just know he's looking at me thinking I'm wrong or deformed. But the breathes, 'Beautiful' and when his eyes meet mine I know that he really, truly means it.

Delirium