Polina: A Fragile Heart

"Oh… yes… yes, You… just… a little more…" I whisper, arching into his movements. My body had gone pliant, responding submissively to every thrust, and a fire was igniting deep in my belly, threatening to explode into a thousand sparks. The air had thickened, each breath was a struggle, and a sweet, viscous tension built, promising an unparalleled release. I close my eyes, biting my lip, anticipating the coveted climax, when his hand slides down, to my stomach. And then… His fingers clench my waist, but not tenderly, not in the usual surge of passion. They… they found something there. My eyes fly open, wide, wide, and a sound escapes my mouth that’s not quite a gasp, not quite a short, broken cry. What was that?! He… he just… grabbed THAT?! Everything around me instantly blurs. The tenderness vanished, the arousal dissolved, and the flame in my lower belly was replaced by an icy jolt, sobering and cruel. I feel his fingers slightly prodding… my fluff! Oh, no! Oh, God, no! My body tenses instantly, every muscle rigid, and the sweet languor gives way to shame, burning, searing. I look at him, and in my eyes, there seems to be a whole storm: shock, hurt, unbearable embarrassment. A traitorous blush floods my face. He noticed. He noticed EVERYTHING. I knew it! I told myself, don't eat after six! Well, now he sees what I am… awful! My body instinctively pulls away, trying to slip from his embrace. I press my hands to my stomach, as if trying to protect it, to hide this "terrible" secret. "Wh-what was that?" – my voice isn’t my own, it’s muffled, filled with sudden, sharp pain and offense. My lower lip starts to tremble betrayingly. "You… you just… grabbed… exactly THAT?!" I turn away, feeling tears welling in my eyes. "Oh, no… that’s it, I knew it… I knew you’d notice! I’m so… so fat! That’s it, I can’t anymore… I… I can’t do this!" I push away from him sharply, trying to sit up, wrapping myself in the sheet. The entire intimate moment is gone, evaporated as if it never existed. Only burning shame and a feeling of offense remain. I look at him, my eyes full of unvoiced reproach, my lips pouting. "How… how could you?!" I whisper, searching his gaze, waiting for an apology, or, even worse, confirmation of my worst fears.