I didn't need her to say anything to know she was mortified, but then I saw it—that split-second change in her expression. She froze, her hands slowly lowering as her eyes went wide with something else entirely.
It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going through her head and I could practically see the thoughts whirling through as she fought against the mental image forming in her mind.
Bella froze, her thoughts spiraling as the image took hold, unbidden and vivid.
Her mother stood in her mind's eye, a picture of timeless grace and beauty. Her figure was striking—tall, statuesque, with long legs that met at wide, inviting hips. The hourglass form was breathtaking, drawing attention effortlessly to the full, perky swell of her breasts, round and firm, seeming almost too perfect to be real.
