Page 208 of Lilah
"You don't want to know where I came from, and I don't want to talk about it," a glare settles on his face as he fixates his gaze on the wall.
"You know I won't judge you, right?" I remind him, "I'll always be here for you. I really do love you."
"No one's said that to me before," he tells me honestly. No one?
"Is that why you don't think I love you?" I whisper. He looks down at our intertwined hands before giving me a soft nod.
"And so you've never said it to anyone?" I ask quietly and he shakes his head.
"But you wanted to fall in love with me?" I scoot a bit closer to him, gripping onto his other hand too.
"I'm getting old."
I throw my head back and laugh. Twenty-five is hardlyold.
"And you're the only girl I've ever wanted to be around for hours at a time."
'Long periodically time'. Gosh, I love watching news interviews.
He doesn't know if he loves me because he's never loved anyone before.
Oh no.
"What if you only like me as a friend but you don't know the difference," I slap my cheeks, my face, not my booty.
"I ate yo-"
"And what if you're just sexually attracted to me but you actuallydon'thave any feelings," I don't know why someone would be solelysexuallyattracted to me but whatever.
"Shut up," he rolls his eyes.
"How did I know you were going to say that?"
"Because you love me," he answers and I smile wider than I have in a long time.
"You're right," I nod, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on his lips. Bear whines from his position on the floor beside the couch.
I break away from the kiss and Grey continues his path down my neck.
"I love you too Bear," I pat his head, Grey stays on the spot right under my jaw and I play with the hair at the back of his head.
"Oh wait," I said suddenly, "I want another Capri-Sun."
"Of course," he mumbles and I slide off his lap. My foot rolls on one of Bear's bones and I go down like a dead weight.
I feel a slight tug on my hair and almost slap Grey for thinking it's okay for him to pull my hair when I'm falling to my death.
But the pulling doesn't stop. I sit back up and grip onto the pieces of that are being pulled. Grey holds the end of it trying to get my hair untangled from his zipper. The zipper near his main goody.
"Are you kidding me?" I grumble, getting on my knees in front of me. He stops for a second and looks at me.
"What?" I sigh at him stopping.
"This puts thoughts in my head," he licks the corner of his mouth. He moves my hair not attached to his zipper out of my face.
"You getting my god-forbidden hair unstuck from your zipper puts thoughts in my head so how 'bout we get on to getting on!" I slap the side of his leg. He only leans back and smirks at me.
"When I get unstuck," I warn lowly, "you're going to seriously get got."
