Resist touching me
"Your wife-to-be?" Quinn echoed, raising a brow, his eyes never leaving Belle for even a moment. This could not possibly be the same woman he had divorced a year prior. Everything about her was strikingly different. Her figure had filled out, her features more pronounced and alluring. It was as though she had become an entirely new person.
His gaze traveled downward, noting how her hips now swayed with a graceful fullness, and her form exuded a confident charm. This was the Belle he had first fallen in love with, only with a touch more allure. Annoying, old memories began flooding back, stirring something within him he couldn't quite place. What was this feeling? He reminded himself of his disdain for her, whether Belle was slim or curvaceous, she would never have the power to make him love her again.