Page 14 of Lilah
It makes me wonder if dogs make him happy. Dogs make everyone happy but honestly, he doesn't seem like everyone.
He leans closer as his eyes fall over every part of me, "You couldn't handle everything I've got to say."
Oh excuse me, I'll have him know that I was told not-so-nice things to my face in high school quite often, I can handle whatever he's got to say.
Plus, I'm not too bad at hiding how I really feel. I've got a mean pair of big girl britches that are ready to be put on at any time.
"I can handle insults pretty well," I keep my chin up, trying to hide how doubtful I truly am.
A sinister smirk takes place on his lips and I keep myself from looking away from his handsome face.
Why does he have to be so attractive?
"I'm not talking about insults," my back hits the wall behind me, pain travels along the surface of my skin, and I nearly knock over a container of strawberries when he traps me with his strong arms.
Does this milkshake place literally have no workers in the back? What the heck?
Why am I feeling so nervous?
Maybe because he smells like what I envision heaven to smell like and his tattoo sleeve is oddly mesmerizing.
"What are you talking about?" I swallow nervously, having no idea what is going on in his unreadable mind.
His eyes narrow down at me slightly and he pulls away. My eyebrows furrow in confusion as his jaw clenches. He looks back out the window before turning back to me.
"Is there someone out there you don't like?" I recover, straightening my shirt that has fallen down onto my shoulder.
"They don't need to see you," he glances over at me and I bite my lip from the sting his words left.
I mean, I get I'm not the coolest person in the world but to not even want to be seen with me hurts a bit.
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It's been twenty minutes. I feel slightly as if he's holding me hostage.
"Would it be stealing if I ate a couple of strawberries?" I question suddenly, eyeing the strawberries that sit right next to me.
I can smell them.
"Keep your mouth closed."
"I would if you told me why we're back here. I'm left sitting here thinking of my own reasons, and my mind can surely wander off sometimes," I warn him and his eyes come to rest on mine.
Good Lord, why are his eyes so enthralling?
He basically renders me speechless whenever he looks at me. Or he makes me talk extra, I'm not too sure yet, he's caused both things to happen.
"You get on my fucking nerves," he keeps his eyes on mine although his face isn't set in acompletelydeadly glare.
"And you have me in a supply room, how do you think I feel?" I speak my thoughts. This isn't exactly the ideal place to bring a friend, especially a new one.
"I could have you somewhere else," his eyes gleam a certain way and my head tilts in confusion.
"Well let's go there then, there's nothing to do here," I motion toward the door. He just looks at me with this unreadable look.
"You're oblivious," the tone of his voice turns dark once more. I swear this guy can't decide on being a little, tiny bit normal or mean.
"Grey."
