Page 93 of Please Save Me

“Can you grab that for me?” I asked, pointing to a book on the lowest shelf.

It felt a little rude asking almost seven-foot-tall Cameron to pick up something from so low, but I also had a feeling I’d get stuck down there if I tried to do it.

Cameron didn’t argue or even question me. Instead, he just crouched.

“This one with the purple cover?” He questioned, and I nodded.

He picked it up, turning it over in his hands. His honey eyes skimmed the cover before his nose wrinkled.

“I thought we were in the romance section?” he mumbled, running a finger over the alien on the cover.

My face transformed into an inferno as I looked down.

“We are,” I squeaked.

“... Is this one of those kinks, like the knife–”

I snatched the book from his hands, holding it close to my chest. “I’m not talking about anything sexual in a bookstore.”

My chest tingled as I glared at him, trying to look more angry instead of I-wish-the-earth-would-swallow-me-whole embarrassed.

Cam held his hands up to his chest. “Just tryin’ to figure you out.”

I huffed and stomped my foot.

“Fine, I’ll drop it.” He sighed. “I think it’s a series… Do you want the rest of them?”

I studied him for a moment before nodding.

Once again, he bent down, grabbing three more books before standing, taking them in one arm, and extending the other toward me. I held the novel in my arms a little tighter.

“Give it here,” he ordered.

“No, you’re going to kink shame meagain.”

He rolled his eyes, “I ain’t. I just don’t want you carrying it.”

“Why?”

His chest swelled with a breath as he used his free hand to scrub his face. “Because I’m tryin’ to be a gentleman?”

“I don’t need a gentleman.”

“If you’re gonna be a brat, I’m gonna treat you like one,” he warned.

I crossed my arms over my chest, a little thrilled by the idea of a challenge.

He eyed me for a minute. “I’m gonna count down from three, and if that book ain’t in my hands, you’re gonna get it.”

“Getwhat?”

“Three…” he started.

And I turned my attention to the books in front of me. Cameron wasn’t that threatening. He’d never beat my ass like Lucian would, bite me like Seb, or even use emotions against me like Sophia.

“Two…” he continued, no hint of amusement in his deep voice.

I ran a finger along the spines, searching for something else I might like based on the title alone. My four books were thick, but I also knew I’d burn through them in three days at the most.

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