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His face scrunches as if it was stupid to ask that.

"Quit asking stupid questions," he warns me, gripping onto my arm and turning me the opposite direction of the sink.

"Kiss my butt," I send him a scowl over my shoulder. The look on my face drops when he starts coming for me.

He grips the top of the back of my pants and I'm pulled back into him.

"Now or later?" His hand slides over my booty.

"Grey," I scold. He isn't serious, is he?

"Think heavenly thoughts Sugar," I imitate the praying hands that he has tattooed on his hand, with mine.

"Where'd you get this scar?" His finger brushes over a scar on the very top of my shoulder.

"Sex."

"That was my first guess," he chides.

"A couple of years ago, I was in the shower- aren't you alreadysointerested?"

By now, Mr. Terrip would've already tuned me out.

"A couple years ago you were in the shower," he repeats.

"Tell me about that shower," his voice gets lower.

"Oh well the shower was nice and warm. I think I was really tired so it was supposed to be a really quick one," I tell him about it and after I finish he sighs.

"I-Okay," he starts but cuts himself off.

"Anyway, I fell and busted my shoulder up on the faucet. It hurt so bad," I recall the pain in my shoulder. I feel him lean down and place a kiss on it.

Sweet as sugar.

Bear whines in jealousy.

"Are you still hungry?" He asks. I ate six pancakes.

"Is this why Bear is just a little chunky? Do you always give him food just because you think he looks hungry?" I turn around to face him.

"He's not chunky," he looks over at him.

He's only a bit chunky. But that's perfectly okay because it means that there's just more of him for us to love.

"He eats when he's hungry," he says.

"Dogs are always gonna eat if you give them food," I smile.

"Then he eats a lot."

He lifts up my shirt and looks at my belly. He places his big ole hand on my stomach.

"I'm so full," I promise him, "can't you feel how tense my stomach is? That's cause it's full of pancakes."

"It's barely tense," he grumbles and I raise my brows.

"Are you just saying that because I don't have muscles there? A six-pack or whatever you call it?"