Page 115 of Lilah
"I missed you," I admit just leaving out the 'a lot' part. Her mouth opens and a little gasp leaves her lips. Then her face morphs into the same one she has when she sees Bear. Her hand comes to rest on the side of my face and before my heart can do that shit it does when she touches me, she opens her damn mouth.
"You're so cute."
Are youfuckingkiddingme?
Theo's got pretty fucking eyes, Maxon's got the perfect ass for her, Linc's got the hair she fuckingadores,and what the fuck am I? Oh, I'm pretty fucking cute.
"What?" her voice turns into a teasing one which only makes my scowl deepen, "you don't like being called cute?"
I can't tell.
"At least she doesn't think you're ugly," Mr. Terrip's weathered voice sings as he strolls by us which elicits a giggle from her.
"So where'd you go?" her words barely register as she presses herself up against me on the couch.
"Miami," I grunt out.
She looks at me for a minute, her eyes taking me in.
"I think you need a little hug," she says softly before leaning forward and wrapping her arms around my neck.
I trace the waistband of the back of her shorts before casually slipping my arm under her, picking her up, and pulling her onto my lap.
She fits right on top of me so fucking well.
My hand trails up the back of her shirt and she lets out a soft breath.
I run my fingers down that fuckingsexycrease in the middle of her back, making sure to keep my eyes trained on her, taking in the way she tenses and slightly digs her hips down into mine.
Fuck.
She slightly leans closer to me and I press a kiss on her soft cheek.
"What are you doing Azalea?" A guy's voice says and she pulls away from me. I scowl.
"Giving Grey a hug," she explains simply.
"Yeah, while he's feeling you up?" the guy asks unhappily, motioning to my hand which is still under her shirt.
Who the fuck does he think he is?
"Aaron. He's not feeling me up," she rolls her eyes. I wasslightlyfeeling her up.
I glare at him. She slides off my lap and I glare at him harder.
"The dickhead-" he starts and I start standing. She grabs onto the back of my shirt and keeps me down.
Why the fuck is her grip strong as hell?
"Don't start," she mumbles to me and I give her a scowl. She narrows her eyes at my look.
Who the fuck calls someone a dickhead anymore?
"Aaron, don't call him that," she tells him and my heart does stupid shit at her being the only person to ever defend me.
"Yousaidhe was a dickhead the last time I said he was," Aaron argues.
She said I was a dickhead?
