Page 18 of Please Save Me

Mason strategically balanced the blue china on her bump before using the spoon to cut into the dessert. The sound she made as she took a bite could only be described as a moan, and I wondered if she was doing it just to rile me up.

“Good?” I asked as I readjusted myself. I wasn’t going to let an erection destroy a sweet moment.

“Mhm.” She enthusiastically took another bite before offering me one.

I waved her off. “You eat it. You’re the one growin’ a baby.”

She didn’t argue with me. Instead, she just smiled. “I don’t like fighting with you.”

Happiness caused my lips to quiver. Given the fact that I could have missed our daughter’s birth, I figured she’d want to hold onto her grudge a little longer.

“Does this mean I’ve been forgiven?” I chuckled.

“Mhm.” She mumbled around the spoon in her mouth.

I always figured someone as small as Mason would eat like a bird, and for the most part, she did. But she also ate like she was in prison–One second, she’d have a full plate, and the next, it’d be gone.

“Well, I guess I’ll just save the other thing I had planned.” I teased.

Mason’s eyes darted between me and her now empty plate. “Does it end in me getting head?”

I ran a hand across my mouth, trying to fight my laugh. “You almost went into labor–Don’t you ever quit?”

Mason pushed the plate into my hands with a smile. But something in the way her lips twitched made me wonder if she was forcing it. I hadn’t knownMason long, but I knew one thing: She was good at hiding her feelings, and I silently prayed she wasn’t doing that to me.

“It’s part of my charm.” Her tone was sweet, and I reached out to ruffle her hair.

“No, it ain’t gonna end in yougetting head.”

Her smile fell. “Well, that’s no fun.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m tryin’ to prove I’m sorry, not get you pregnant again.”

“Head doesn’t do that–Also,” Mason gestured toward her stomach. “You have to wait if you want to do that.”

My fingers met my temple as I let out a low, grumbly breath. Why on earth was this girl so literal about almost everything?

I shook my head. “I’ll give you that later… right now, let’s focus on us being okay.”

“We are okay… but I would like another brownie.” She pointed to the plate in my hand.

“I thought you weren’t hungry.” I teased, placing the plate on the bedside table before pushing her down to the mattress.

Her mismatched gaze met mine, and I could tell she was searching for something. I just didn’t know what.

She swallowed hard, and her full lips parted as if to speak, but no words came out.

My fingertips brushed the silk of her skin, and I pushed stray hairs behind her ear. “Tell me what’s going on inside that pretty little head of yours.”

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she did. When she opened them again, there was a flicker of something I couldn’t place, but it rested between uncertainty and fear.

“If you had a secret that could change the way I’d view you… Would you tell me?” She said, each word coming out slower than the last.

A chill ran down my spine and I fought the urge to go stiff as a board. What did she know? What did Sebastian tell her?

I chewed on my cheek as I tried to remind myself that her question could be completely hypothetical. “If it was something you needed to know, then yeah.”

She nodded. “What if it was something about who you are? ….Something that might make things harder for us.”

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