Description: You showed him your string bathing suit
Word count: 300+
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You were scared of his reaction. You had seen all over the internet how other girls’ boyfriends were reacting.
You had rushed to your boyfriend immediately when you returned from shopping for your summer trip.
“Este!!!! Look what I brought!” You chimed with all the shopping bags in your hand.
“For the trip?” He asked and you nodded.
“How about you give me a fashion show?” He smiled widely.
Your stomach dropped as you remembered the bikini you brought. You composed without expressing yourself. You had showed him all your clothes but now it was time for it.
You tired the strings together and took a deep breath, slowly stepping out of the room.
“Ta-da!” You open your arms, presenting it to him. At first glance, anyone would think it was just a piece of little fabrics joined together, enough to just protect your dignity. His jaw immediately dropped seeing you. His reaction immediately startled you.
You started rambling, “I know, it’s way too open. It’s barely covering anything. But I liked it when I brought it, I am so so-”
“Hey hey hey, calm down amour,” he interrupted and makes you sit down on a chair nearby. You breathed slowly.
“What happened?” He asked.
“I thought you wouldn’t like it.” You spoke.
He knitted his eyebrows together, “Why? Why wouldn’t I like this? You look…” he paused thinking of correct word in English, “Gorgeous in this.”
“Really?” You smile.
“Why won’t you?”
“Isn’t this way too revealing?”
He smiles, “Well it is, to be honest.” Your smile faltered. “But It doesn’t matter.”
“So… I can wear it on yatch?”
“Wear it wherever you want ma belle.” He says and takes your hand in his. You smile widely.
“I can fight.” You chuckle at his comment.
“No, I am serious, I will fight anyone who tries to make…you feel bad about this.”
“Oh really?” You laugh.
“C’mon, mon amour, I am serious,” he says, “Can you tie in other ways?” He says, pointing to the top. You nod laughing.
You phone dinged with another notification. You picked up to see another series of comments on your new post in the same string suit.
You read a comment Omg, she is so beautiful. Can Esteban fight? And he had replied Yes, I can fight.
You chuckled to yourself and put your phone down.
A/n: Guess who's back after finals week! Also my ask box is open for requests for f1: cs55, eo31, ln4, cl16, mv1 and dr3 too. Make sure to request please. Thanks to my sister for proofreading.
You sat in the living room, the dim light cutting across your face as Esteban paced, hands running through his hair.
“I don’t understand,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “Why is it always like this? You’re here, but not really. You’re present, but I feel invisible.”
He stopped, turning slowly, pain flickering in his eyes. “I’m trying, love. Every day I’m trying to make it work. But everything feels… too much sometimes. The pressure, the expectations… I don’t want to drag you into that.”
Tears burned your eyes. “I’m not asking to be dragged, Esteban. I just want you. Not the pressure. Not the races. Just you.”
He swallowed hard, looking away. “I don’t know if I can be enough.”
“You already are,” you whispered, voice trembling. “But I can’t keep waiting for you to believe it, for you to choose me over everything else.”
The silence that followed was suffocating. You wanted to hold him, to make him see that love isn’t a race, isn’t about winning or losing. But tonight, even that felt impossible.
