Page 145 of Lilah
"No point in telling her when I can show her and spend time with you all in one," his arm wraps around my torso.
"I missed you Sugar," I hug him, pressing my the side of my face to his chest and wrapping my arms around his torso.
"I've missed my morning pillow," he grumbles, placing a kiss on the crown of my head.
He enjoys crushing my bones and suffocating me.
I smack my hand down on his booty. It's been a few days since I've done it and it feelsgood. He doesn't really react but I feel him lift his hand above my booty.
"No!" I squeal, unwrapping an arm from around him and covering my butt. Thankfully, he pulls his hand away and just leans down to kiss me. He pulls away after a little while and he looks down.
"Let me see it," he pulls at the top of my maroon halter neck top. He finally sees the hickey he freaking left and his lips pull up at the edges.
"Did you actually want to see that or did you want to look at my goodies?" I question.
"The hickey. I'm lying," he kisses the corner of my mouth.
You know what, at least he's truthful.
"You're wearing pants?" he peers down at my black skinny jeans. I'm not the biggest fan of wearing pants due to the fact that my legs feel confined but I didn't want people to see the horrific bruise on my leg.
"I have a bruise the size of Jupiter above my knee," I explain truthfully.
"I was putting folded clothes away in my dresser and I slammed my knee right into the open drawer. I was paralyzed for five minutes and I thought I wasn't going to make it but I did," I recall the horrific event that occurred just yesterday.
"Not your already hurt one?" he makes sure.
"No, the other one. Thank goodness, I just took my brace off last week," I thank Jesus again really quick.
"So," I rock on my heels, "is the new girl pretty?"
"Pretty as a mule's ass."
Oh, that's just terrible.
"Grey, that was a horrible thing to say," I bite my lip, "I bet she's beautiful and very nice."
"The fuck? You want me to lie to you?" he pauses and we just stand there as he thinks for a minute.
"She'ssopretty," he says dryly and sarcastically all mixed in one.
"That's even worse."
"She's not my type. I wouldn't've fucke-"
"Don't you dare say what you were just about to," I cut him off, raising my hand to him.
"It's true," he shrugs.
"I bet you would've said the same about me before you got to know me," I scold. His eyebrows furrow.
"I would've fucked you within the first five minutes we met if you were up to it," he pulls me against him and my cheeks blaze.
"That isnotwhere I wanted my point to go," I take a deep breath.
"Oh, but you talk about sex all the time," he pulls my lips up to his.
"I joke," I blubber.
