Scintilla of Doubt
At night, their insecurities made them unsure.
At night, she wondered if he saw Leah when he looked at her. If he wished her hair and skin were darker or that her eyes were a little wider or her lips a bit redder. She wondered if he muffled his cry of release because it wasn't 'Bella' he wanted to say.
In the day it was different. She was smart and sassy and confident. He called her 'babe' and smirked at her. She was his girl, and she never doubted it.
At night, when he touched her — sometimes rough and reckless, sometimes slow and tender — she doubted. She clung to him, whispered to him with unshed tears in her eyes because she loved him so much.
But still she wondered.