'Tell me. Trust me.'
Taking a deep breath, I let my eyes focus on my reflection, sweeping them over my face and then down my body and back to my face again.
'Liv?'
'I see … I see an average-looking woman with … ' I shrugged, so embarrassed it wasn't funny. 'With fl-flabby arms, a belly pouch, and a fat ass.'
When my answer was met by silence I finally gathered the nerve to look up into the mirror to Nate's reflection. He was glowering at me again. 'Anything good?'
I glanced back at my face. My eyes were, as always, the only thing I liked. They were striking eyes, inherited from my dad. Unusual, pale hazel, with so many flecks of gold they appeared golden in a certain light. We both had dark lashes that set the color off. We'd been told on more than one occasion, and by quite a few folks, that our eyes were exotic, almost feline. My dad worked his eyes. They were flinty and perceptive in his ruggedly handsome face. On my average face they were the only thing to enliven my features. 'My eyes,' I whispered softly.
'That's a given, babe. What else?'
Tense, I searched for an answer and then said carefully, 'Okay, my skin. I have good skin.'
Nate smiled encouragingly at me. 'You've got gorgeous skin.' He heaved a beleaguered sigh. 'Let's tackle the other stuff.' I was pretty sure he then muttered under his breath, 'Crazy fucking women,' before he took hold of my arm. 'Where are these flabby arms of yours, then?'
Skin flushing the color of raspberries, I pushed the fat around my triceps.
I was rewarded with a 'what the eff?' look from Nate. 'That's not flab. It's skin. Look, you've not got any definition, but you've also not got flab. Rule number one … '
I nodded at him to go on, my eyes wide, eager to learn.
' … don't use the word "flab" around a guy you want to shag. Now, if a guy's like me he can get past the self-consciousness and decide to think it's cute, but there are loads of guys out there who don't think it's cute. They want a confident woman in their bed. I don't know if this library guy is one of those guys, so we'll play it safe. No more flab talk.'
For some reason that really made me want to giggle, but I also wanted Nate to know I was taking this seriously, so I pinched my lips together and nodded.
'Okay. Next.'
I blinked in confusion again. 'Next?'
'The supposed fat arse?'
The touch of Nate's hand on my ass caused me to jump about ten feet, but he didn't let go, smoothing his hand over my butt and giving it a gentle squeeze.
Whoa, okay, then.
My skin was prickling and there was a suspicious fullness in my breasts and lower belly that I adamantly tried to ignore.
'Not fat.' Nate leaned close to my ear, speaking in a low voice that did nothing to abate the physical response in my body. 'Curvy. And I'll let you in on a wee secret: There are still men out there that like a woman to be soft under their hands, to have curves, hips, tits and arse.' He tapped my butt gently with the palm of his hand. 'It's a good arse, babe. I don't want to hear you refer to it as anything else.'
Shock rooted me to the floor. It wasn't just the very cool things he was saying; it was the rush of tingles that shivered through me as he caressed my butt and moved his hand upward, sliding it under my T-shirt, and around my waist to caress my stomach. I sucked in a deep breath.
There was no ignoring the fact that he was turning me on. I really needed him to not know he was turning me on.
Nate unwittingly saved me. His hand dipped downward, shaking me out of the little sensual haze he'd put me in when I realized where he was heading.
For my belly!
I clutched at his hand to stop him, but when our eyes met in the mirror his expression was admonishing. He gave me a little shake of his head. 'Let go, babe.'
I shook my head back at him.
'Liv.'
'Nate … '
His expression instantly softened at the panic in my voice. 'Trust me.'
Trembling, I let go of his hand and sucked in another breath as he stepped even closer to me, the heat of his front brushing against my back. And suddenly I was sucking in my breath for an entirely different reason as the rough tips of his fingers glided slowly down my stomach.
I had never been more thankful for a T-shirt bra than I was at that moment. Nate's touch was turning me on so much that my nipples had hardened to little points.
Oh, boy.
He didn't need to know that his lessons were causing that kind of reaction in me. For the first time since we'd met, I really wished my friend wasn't so goddamn sexy.
Flattening his hand, Nate smoothed it over my belly, back and forth, learning my shape, until my cheeks could have guided a lost sailor home, they were so red.
'Is this the barely there pouch?'
I nodded, unable to speak, sure that if I did it would come out all Greta Garbo and sex. That would definitely give away my hormonally charged state.