“Why not?” I ask with a soft laugh.
“He looks so mean. Like scary mean, and the guy on the phone said ‘yes, ma’am’ when you checked his attitude. Does this guy look like he’ll let anyone, let alone his girl, put him in place?”
I bite back a laugh and leave them to guess as I walk over to the photographer.
“Do you think he’ll texther?” I turn to Liam after sending Jordan a text about Mel, along with her number.
“Probably.” He shrugs.
“Let's take pictures with the babies.” I reach for my phone when I see the kittens yawning, but he grabs me, and I burst into a laugh. “How are you carrying me with one hand?”
“It truly offends me that you think I can’t lift you.” He still has me in his arms, and he carries me a few inches above the ground, and I glance over at him.
“How muchdoyou lift?”
“I can liftyou.”
I try to tell him he can’t, and he tries to prove that he can. He lays me on the bed and tells me to cross my arms and legs.
“Liam–”
“Just do it.”
I let out a sigh and do as he says. Once I do, he grabs my ankles with one hand and my arms with the other. He lifts me from the bed, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Oh my goodness!”
He takes a few steps back before I feel myself going up and down. When I peek at him, he’s looking down at me and brings me up to his chest again before kissing my cheek.
“Okay, we get it, you’re strong.”
A smirk grows on his face as he lifts me a few more times, kissing me between every lift. “I can do this all day.” He brings his lips to mine and tosses me back onto his bed.
I can’t wipe the smile from my face as I glance over at him, and he steals another kiss before someone calls him. I peek over at his phone, and it’s his doorman.
“The food is here.” He reaches over me for his phone before answering, and I hear them tell him he has a delivery downstairs. “You can let them up.” He hangs up, and I try not to let my face fall. I told him I wasn’t hungry, but he ordered takeout anyway, and now I’m stuck having to eatagain…
I feel him watching me, but I keep my eyes on my phone.
“Do you want to eat downstairs or up here?”
“Neither.”
I hear him let out a sigh before he tilts my chin up to meet his eyes. “You need to have dinner.” He keeps his voice soft, but it only makes me feel worse.
“Mhm.” I glance back over at my phone, but he turns my face to him again.
“What is it?”
I don't respond as I lay back on his stack of pillows, and he leans down to kiss me.
“Talk to me,” he pleads.
I let my eyes meet his, and when I see the worry in his eyes, the words spill past my lips. “I searched up what an eating disorder is, and I'm scared, Lee. I don't want to die from this!”
His brows furrow as he settles on the bed with me. “You're not going todie.” His eyes bore into mine with so much certainty. “Stop believing everything you read, beloved.”
I nod slowly, choosing to believe him. “What am I going to do?”
