Dominic's expression softened as he saw the vulnerability in her eyes. He took her into his arms and held her close. "Arette, that's nonsense. You're perfect just the way you are. I don't care about any of those other people or what they think. And I definitely don't care if you can't do the poses as perfectly as me. I love you for who you are, not for how bendy you are."
Arette wrapped her arms around him, feeling a wave of comforting security as he embraced her. She buried her face in his chest, feeling a bit ridiculous for feeling so insecure. "I know," she mumbled, her voice muffled against his shirt. "It's just... seeing you with all those other girls and how they were all eyeing you up. It made me feel kinda..." She trailed off, not wanting to admit the ugly feeling in her heart.
