Madison
Let me know how you go. I die for it on you!
I stripand take the black dress I bought today off its hanger in the closet. Slipping it over my head, I smooth it into place and move in front of the mirror. The dress is shorter than I usually prefer, barely reaching my knees. It’s also tighter than the dresses I’ve been wearing for a long time now. I’ve put on a little weight and possibly should have selected the next size up. The store didn’t have the next size, though, and Madison convinced me this size is perfect.
Scott strides into the bedroom as I run my hands down over the fabric covering my stomach. Slowing, his eyes drop to my body and instantly flare with heat. When his gaze finds mine again, he growls, “That dress isn’t gonna last long on you.”
Scott can be counted on for many things, the least of which is making me feel good about myself. He has never once failed me on this. And especially not in the moments I couldn’t find a way to love my body. He has always told me how sexy he finds me, and he’s always taken the time toshowme how sexy he finds me. I realised many years ago that there’s a big difference between someone saying words to you versus backing those words upwith actions. I need the actions and my husband always gives me what I need.
“Probably not,” I agree as he moves behind me and puts his arms around me. “It’s so tight that it may split in half.”
His lips graze my neck. “It’s fuckin’ sexy as hell, Harlow.”
I place my hands over his when they slide over my stomach. “I’m not sure about it.”
I watch him in the mirror as he looks at every inch of my body. “You should be sure as fuck about it.”
Those words move through me, settling deep inside. I always believe Scott because he’s not the kind of man to say something unless he absolutely means it.
When his eyes meet mine, I smile. “I love you, Scott Cole.”
Keeping his eyes on mine, he kisses my neck again before saying, “I’m going to tell you something you can’t repeat to anyone.”
“Okay.”
He kisses his way up my neck to my cheek. “And you can’t tell Madison.”
“Well, you just said I can’t tell anyone, so I figured that included Madison.”
He stops what he’s doing and gives me a pointed look. “We both know that’s not true.”
I curl my fingers tightly over his. “I don’t know what you mean right now.”
He continues giving me that pointed look.
When he doesn’t start talking again, I say, “Fine, I won’t tell Madison.”
“Savannah hooked up with a guy at the party last night who tried to force her into sex. When she said no, he got rough with her. That’s how she got the bruise. Keaton stepped in and dealt with the guy.”
I stare at him, stunned that he knows all this while I know none of it. “Keaton told you this?”
“Yeah.”
“How?”
“He opened his mouth and words came out?—”
I smack him lightly. “Smartass. I mean, how did you get him to open up?” Not even Aurora could get him to talk this afternoon when she called him.
“I have my moments, sweetheart.”
He really does.
“Why can’t I tell anyone?”
“Keaton asked me to let him handle this with Savannah. He told me he’ll spend time with her helping her get to the point where she feels able to tell Wilder and Scarlett.”
“Are they together?”
