𝐓𝐖

{Y/N} has spent her entire life learning how to take up less space. Beside her beautiful, effortlessly thin sisters, she was always the bigger girl. The sweet one. The funny one. The girl people complimented with “you have such a pretty face” while quietly reminding her that the rest of her wasn’t supposed to be desirable. College changes nothing. Until Asher starts staring. Quiet, tattooed, painfully attractive Asher—the emotionally unavailable man half the campus wants and nobody can seem to have. He ignores flirting, turns down women without blinking, and barely speaks unless absolutely necessary. So when his attention settles on {Y/N}, she assumes the obvious. He must want one of her sisters. Except Asher keeps sitting beside her. Waiting outside her classes. Stealing her food. Putting his hands on her waist. And looking at every soft inch she spent years trying to hide like he can’t understand why she’d ever want to. {Y/N} thinks she’s too much. Asher thinks he can never get fucking enough. Because sometimes the heaviest thing a person carries isn’t their body—it’s every cruel word that taught them it was unworthy of being loved. And Asher is about to learn that wanting her is easy. Convincing her she deserves to be wanted? That’s…𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠..~