Page 155 of Lilah
"You've got a pretty face," he shrugs a single shoulder and the corner of his lips turn up in a little baby smile.
"You're so cut-"
"Don't call me cute," he cuts me off.
That's like me telling him to not call me Lilah. It's never gonna happen.
I buckle my seatbelt and turn back to him.
"Were you listening to Mötley Crüe?" He looks at my radio where the screen reads the nameKickstart My Heart.
I listen to hard rock when I cry sometimes to make me feel like a badbutt. It didn't work this time even with one of the hardest rock songs I have.
"I love how heavenly their music is," I say sarcastically with an innocent smile on my face. He leans his arm on the outside of my car and I hold back from swooning.
My eyes find his lips that are beautifully resting in a small smirk.
"Are you gonna kiss me or just look at me?"
I blush slightly and lean up to him. He leans down the rest of the way and kisses me.
He pulls away only to look at me.
"God you're fuckin' sweet," he kisses me again with a bit more force.
He grips my chin and I gasp when he bites my lip. Then he pulls away. I'm blubbering.
"Okay," I blurt for no reason and he kisses my forehead. He leans down and I kiss his softly.
He'scuteand he can kiss my grits if he doesn't like it.
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"Why are you like this?" I sigh, looking up at him.
"I didn't ask for this," he responds.
"You're not trying at all," I narrow my eyes up at him.
"Yeah 'cause I'm gonna step on you," he looks down at my bare feet. I step back away from him and he reluctantly releases my waist from his grip.
Grey doesn't know how to dance. Such a cutie.
I'm quite the dancer myself.
I specialize in many different types. Ballroom, strippering, salsa, I'm not very good at break dancing, and I'msupergreat a ballet. And I'm actually pretty good a slow dancing.
Grey never asked to learn but I'm teaching him, I don't care what he thinks.
"Sway," I instruct him.
"The fuck do you mean,sway?"he mimics.
"Thefrickdo you mean you don't know how tosway?"I mimic him right back.
"Sway like you did the other night when you got drunk," I tilt my head and his eyes narrow slightly.
He doesn't move. I return to my spot in front of him. I wrap my arms around him.
