Page 146 of Lilah
"I don't," he kisses me.
"Wanna make out?" he kisses under my ear and my eyes nearly bulge out of my head.
"Are you okay?"
"You just look fuckinggood," he keeps my head tilted up to him.
I step away and look down at my outfit.
"Aw, you like my outfit? I don't remember where I got the shirt but I like it too. I thought it went together wel-"
He cuts me off, pulling me to him and kissing me roughly. His hands travel under my butt and he lifts me. I gasp and notice how hot and bothered I really am.
The door opens behind Grey and I pull away.
"The party host isn't supposed to leave the partay- well goddamn, if it's to make out with a sexy mama, then I can't blame him," Sanfred's head comes into view.
"Hey, baby doll."
"Shut the fuck up and go inside motherfucker," Grey glares and Sanfred rolls his eyes before closing the door.
He gives me one more kiss before placing me back on the ground, gripping my hand, and opening the door. He pulls me inside.
I find the girl he was talking about immediately.
I didn't know models worked for the FAA.
What the freaking crap was he talking about? A mule's butt? Is he joking?
Suddenly I feel like I'm back in high school and feeling extremely self-conscious.
Her legs are as long as me. Her hair is thick, beautiful, brown, and it lays in perfect loose curls.
I stop there, I don't even want to look at the body difference between her and me. It'd probably make me want to leave.
Grey gets tossed a beer and I almost jump out of the way when the can seems like it's gonna hit me.
I should've stepped in front of it though, I could've sued and got millions.
"Want one?" he asks me.
"No, I'm good," I give him a tight-lipped smile, slightly eyeing the same can that I see strewn all over my kitchen most of the time.
"You won't get arrested," he reminds me.
"I don't drink."
I've promised myself I would never.
He pauses and looks down at me, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Why'd you want moonshine then?" he recalls something I totally forgot about.Crap.
"I was taste-testing," I recover.
"You were specific," he counters and I sigh internally.
"I searched that they were flavors that tasted good," I lie.
