Page 197 of Lilah
Grey walks past me and I slap his butt as he does. Did mom see that? Good, now she knows he's my b-word.
"I'm sorry for everything," she says and I shake my head. She's already apologized twenty times.
"Mom, It's okay, I promise."
"And you don't need any help getting the rest of your stuff together?" she questions and I shake my head.
"I'll make Grey carry it all," I give her a cheeky smile.
And if he refuses, the only name I'll call him for the rest of the day is 'cutie.'
"Okay," she sighs before her eyes begin to water slightly, "I'll see you soon, I love you."
That's the first time I've heard someone say that to me in quite a while.
"I love you too. Be careful on your way and send me pictures once you've settled in," she brings me in for a hug and we stand there for a little while, embracing each other.
We pull away and she climbs into her car and is off to Kentucky. I watch her car until it's out of sight.
"Are you ready Grey?" I walk up the front porch where he's waiting for me.
"You best pull on your working britches, 'cause you're fixing to work," I slap his butt again for good measures.
I open the door and walk in. Just as I'm turned to close the door behind Grey, his freaking huge hand slaps down on my butt.
Am I okay?
I cover my mouth with my hand. Does that hurt his hand? It has to.
I think I need to start working out and lifting weights because the difference between our butt-smacks to each other is just too much.
It feels like my butt-cheek is no longer attached. It's on the floor or something.
He grips my arms gently and pulls me into him, his lips pulled up at the corners in his little smile.
He slides his hand onto my murdered cheek.
"You feel it?" he asks. I nod.
"Then you're fine."
"You're a fresh cow poop," I poke his man-boob. I step away, my glaring eyes still focused on him. I walk up the stairs, well,technically Grey pushes me up the stairs from behind me. I can't walk because of my butt.
That's what she-no. Oh my.
I bust up in my room and head straight for my wild closet that still needs to be packed up and put into easily movable boxes.
So I begin.
"Grey, isn't this shirt so cute? I forgot I had it," I hold up the light blue off-the-shoulder shirt to me and show him.
I've never seen someone look so unamusedin my life.
"Don't look at me like that," I pick up a flip flop from the bottom of my closet and I throw it at him. He doesn't even blink as it misses him and hits the wall behind him.
"Oh so now you're making fun of me?" I raise my eyebrow at him.
He's fixing to get got.
