Page 177 of Lilah
"Jonas? He'll probably poison my pizza," I groan.
"You'll be fine," he kicks his boots off and gets the rest of the way onto my bed.
I'll be fine? Excuse me? Tell that to the poison control center.
"Yes, go ahead, take up more than half of my bed, you're welcome," I pat his back. He scoots right up next to me and he lays down. Trying my best to get comfortable, I lay my head where his arm meets his shoulder.
His cold, gargantuan hand comes to rest under my sweatshirt and on my bare stomach. I wiggle a bit and sigh at the uncomfortable feeling my jeans are leaving me in.
Who the heck let me sleep in these?
I force my hands under the covers and I unbutton my pants, and I let out a sigh once they're unbuttoned.
"Is that an invite?" his hand travels lower.
"An invite to where? Can I come?" I get a little excited. We best be talking about a party. I'm ready toparty.
"Fuck," he whispers. He places a gentle kiss on my non-Frankenstein-monster cheek.
"Why'd you unbutton your pants?" he sighs.
"I'm a bit of a chunk so they were digging into my stomach," I pull up my sweatshirt, showing him the mark my pants made on my stomach.
"Shut up," he glances at me unhappily. I lay down carefully and sigh.
"I'd never hurt you, you know that?" he kisses my temple.
"I know," I smile softly, "I can't believe Jai thought you did this to me."
"Just wait 'till he comes in here," his voice takes on a playful tone.
"I won't hurt you either, y'know," I chime, "I'll make sure to never headbutt you since you don't know how to dodge them."
"Goddammit."
"It's okay Grey, we all have weaknesses," I speak therapeutically.
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I finish the last slice of pizza and Jai applauds me, his bruised face and all. I guess that's what Grey was talking about.
Grey hasn't moved since he got in my bed. I still don't know where I am but I could care less as long as he's here with me.
I'm in love.
No question.
No 'right?' at the end of the sentence.
I'm fully in love with him.
There was no big realization. I just took a huge bite of my pizza and looked over to see him giving me a little smile and I thought it like it was a 043normal thought.
'I love him' was all there was to it.
Of course, I haven't said it aloud yet. I'm still a little droopy in talking but not in thinking. I wouldn't want him to not believe it.
Anyone who still wants to be around me after seeing what I'm like when I'm by myself deserves an award. In Grey's case, thataward is my wonderful love and affection, and butt smacks, and sex jokes, and all my body's scars, and my odd music taste, and my pizza-eating skills, and most importantly my boobies that are maybe a little small, but fine to him.
