Page 13 of A Season Of Sin

“What. Why?”

“Why would you? You’re perfect the way you are.”

There goes that weird somersault in my gut. “You think?”

Wolf’s lips spread into a slow grin. “Are you fishing for compliments?”

“No.” I shrug. “I mean… Not really. You’re the one who taught me all this. I figured I’d bulk up, and once I was done, I’d cut the fat. There’d be a lot more definition that way. That’s what my trainer said.” My trainer is also a big dude, even bigger than me.

“And you’d be thirty pounds lighter. Are you doin’ this for modeling? Aesthetics? Strength? What’s the objective?” Wolf gestures to all of me with his hand.

“I don’t wanna model and… I think I look okay now.” Not perfect, but okay. I could look better. It would be a lot better if I cut back on carbs and salt and went to the gym twice a day. It takes a lot of dedication to build what I’ve already built.

“Okay?” Wolf’s face pinches like he just ate a sour gummy worm. “Okay?”

Gracie snorts.

I look over to my wife. “What?”

“Oh. Nothing.” The hottie shakes her head.

“Out with it, woman,” I tease.

“You know I have no room to talk… when I look like this.” She motions to her figure. “But I agree with Wolf. I like you better this way.”

“Don’t talk like that ever again, Gracie,” I scold my wife, hating how she puts herself down.

She pauses, setting up another camera, and turns to face me. A frown mars her face. “What?”

“When I look like this?” I mimic the sweep down her body. “What the fuck? You’re hot.”

Gracie purses her lips like she doesn’t believe me. “You’re my husband. Of course, you’d say that. But you see the comments on some of my videos.”

Fuck those dickheads.

“Which is why we hired Celeste to clean up your comment sections and block the assholes. Strangers on the internet don’t get to vote.” Nobody besides Gracie technically gets a vote, but I’m not going there. We’ve been down this path far too many times.

“I’m fat, Jace.” She squeezes her side, and her nose wrinkles in repulsion.

Fire starts to brew in my veins. “And?”

She pinches another spot as if I didn’t understand what she said the first fucking time. “I’m. Fat.”

“And?!”

“Stop it.” Huffing, Gracie stomps her foot in frustration.

Like hell I will.

“No,” I growl, fisting my hands down at my sides. “If you wanted to lose weight, I’d support you. But I love your body the way it is.” I more than love it. I crave it. Need it. Wanna touch and cuddle it all the goddamn time.

Backing me up, Wolf bobs his head right along with my statement. “He’s right, sweetheart, you’re a smoke show.”

She dismisses him with an eye roll. “Yeah, right.”

“Gracie,” I snap.

“What?”