Page 91 of Please Save Me

“You could have told me I’m huge.” I grumbled.

Sophia’s smile morphed into a challenge as she tipped her head to the side. “If I said that, would it make you feel better?”

“... No.”

“Would it help you pick something?”

I shot her a glare, and she reached out to cup my chin, softly squeezing my cheeks.

“Honeybee, I’m talking to you,” she sang. “If I told you that, would it help you in any way, shape, or form?”

“No,” I huffed.

She stayed cheery as she brushed her nose to mine before softly kissing me. “Do you want to know whatwouldhelp?”

I knew what she was going to suggest, so it was no use making her say it. “What? If I let you come into the dressing room so you can eat me out?”

“Mason!” Sophia gasped as she pressed her fingers to her lips. “That’s a fantastic idea, and I’d be more than happy to–”

I pushed the door open before stepping out. Sophia wasn’t one that could be argued with, and I didn’t want to deal with punishment later. Once we were done clothes shopping, all I wanted to do was get lunch from the Mexican place up the street, go home, and fall asleep while reading, even if I had already finished every book on Sophia’s shelf. Sex wasn’t on the menu.

“See?” I gestured to my rotund figure.

Before I got pregnant, I once had a designer tell me I was a dream to dress. I was naturally thin, and my measurements aligned perfectly with the hourglass goal most starlets my age had. And, even if my boobs were small, they were perky and round. But now? Not so much.

“See what? That you’re literally hotter than the surface of the sun?” Sophia circled me, her gaze gorging on every inch of my body before she cupped my ass. “Have you seen your butt recently?”

An embarrassed flutter pirouetted in my chest, causing a shy smile to threaten my lips as I swatted her away.

“We. Are. In. Public,” I warned.

“But we could be in private,” she suggested, pointing toward the dressing room.

I swore to God that she was worse than the men.

“Sophia. I said no,” I reminded her.

“But you didn’t say Trust!” she pouted.

Apparently, everyone in our house needed a lesson on how to act respectfully in public and how not to objectify me: Starting with Sophia.

But, as my lips parted, Cameron rounded the corner.

“There you are.” Cameron smiled as he got closer to us. His copper hair was slightly damp and slicked back.

“Cam, can you tell Mason she looks nice?” Sophia ordered.

“Can you tell her not to fuck me in public?”

“One thing at a time.” He scratched at his beard, fighting a chuckle. “Sweetpea, c’mere. Let me get a better look at you.”

Cameron extended his hand, and I hesitated before taking it. With our fingers connected, he raised my arms and guided me to spin around for him. I felt a little self-conscious as Cameron rested a hand on my stomach after scrutinizing me. He never touched me like this in public.

“You got somewhere to wear that to?”

Nerves clogged my throat as I shook my head.

“Good, you shouldn’t leave the house dressed like that,” Cameron admitted.

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