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“You think this is beautiful?” My hand gestures to my midsection. I hate that I'm still so insecure about my weight. I hate that I sound so needy and weak. “I—”
His lips crash into mine, cutting me off. It’s soft and yet desperate all the same. It sucks the air right out of me.
Pulling back, Camillo looks deep into my eyes. “Youare beautiful.” His hands grip my hips and then the back of my thighs. “Theseare perfect. You are a fucking goddess.”
A bitter laugh escapes me.
“The fact that you have some goddamn curves on your body is nothing to be ashamed of. You, Rosa, are nothing but gorgeous. Just like this.”
I try to wriggle from his grip, but he holds me all the harder. “That’s not true, Camillo.”
“It’s a fucking fact to me.”
His words steal my breath as I look at him. Really look. Heat flickers in his eyes as his chest rises and falls.
“You think you’re heavy? Baby, you weigh less than what I lift on my bad days. You think I want some model who barely eats when we go out to dinner? That couldn’t be further from the truth. There isn’t anything about your body that doesn’t drive me fucking wild. I can’t keep my hands to myself. You make me fucking crazy, baby. You and only you. I fucking love this.” He palms the plush of my hip. “It gives me something to hold on to when I’m claiming what’s mine, when I’m worshipping you. And this.” His hand skims down to cup my ass. “I love this too. Every inch of you is mesmerizing.”
Tears are now running down my cheeks.
“What do I need to do to make you see that you’re beautiful? What do I need to do so you believe me?” Because whatever it is, I’ll do a million times over until you believe me.”
My heart is thrumming too fast…
“You skipping meals and starving yourself stops—right here and right now. There isn’t a single thing wrong with how you look.Not to me.I want you just like this. Tummy, thighs, hips, ass, and all.”
I’m unable to comprehend what he’s saying.He wants me? Like this?
“But…”
“No buts, Rosa. I mean it. You are beautiful, breathtaking, exquisite. You are a goddamn goddess.”
I clear my throat, trying to get rid of the tears from my voice. “I want to believe you,” I say quietly.
“Then do it.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“You’re right. It’s not. We’ll get help. You can talk to someone, and I’ll spend every goddamn breath I have in the day reminding you just how beautiful you are.” His head drops to my shoulder. “Just…please stop starving yourself. I just found you...”
“O-okay.”
“Okay?”
“I’ll stop skipping meals.”
“And you’ll talk to someone? We can make it so it’s discreet. No one but you and I have to know.”
Again, I nod. Help. Talking to someone. Is it really that simple?
Camillo’s lips brush the juncture between my throat and ear, offering a distraction. But my mind continues to race. It’s not easy to change years of ingrained habits and how I see myself. I cling to him tighter, willing the voices that whisper in my head to fade. Because I know that with the support of this amazing man, I'm determined to get better.
CHAPTER 36
CAMILLO
My hand slams onto the nightstand, blindly looking for my ringing phone.
A growl of displeasure rumbles through me when it clatters to the ground. It’s too fucking early for this.