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"No, it's just a regular college party," she shrugs, "it's actually at a house near SHU's main campus."
I've heard of SHU before. Southern Heilsburg University, the closest four-year college around. It's not a very big school though. And when I was looking to go to college, Jake made sure I didn't look at that one too hard, I'm not sure why.
"Are you doing anything tonight?" She questions.
"No," I shake my head. So, we're talking about an actual party.
"You should come, it'll be really fun," she smiles, "do you want to?"
After hearing her talk about it and how fun she says it'll be, I agree to go with her. Once I'm there, the party will actually start anyway.
"Good! I'm so excited. Me and my friend Bekah will come pick you up around eight tonight," I give her Grey's address and everything and she gives me a tight, happy hug before getting into her car.
"What took so long?" Grey holds his arm open for me to walk into and I do as soon as I walk in the restaurant.
"Abby invited me to a party," I smile, content. I breathe in and get a whiff of his scent, which just butters my biscuit nicely.
"Oh really?" he hums, lifting me up onto his lap as he sits sturdy on a barstool.
"I'm going to hurt your legs," I warn. If it's not the bones in my butt, then it's my weight.
"Hush Lilah," he places a kiss on my neck.
"I'm telling the truth. Especially since I just ate a lot," I lift my shirt a bit, "see, look, there's Tubs."
He places his hand on my stomach and feels its tenseness from all that food.
"Hungry still?" he questions softly.
"Are you even feeling it? It's so tense, it's not even funny," I assure him. I stick my hand up under his shirt, feeling his stomach. Good Lord, it feels so nice.
"You're hungry?" I mock him, making my voice deeper and slower just like his.
It's weird but I love the way he talks. It makes me happy. Even though his voice hardly ever sounds like anything close to being happy, hearing his voice just makes me smile. His deep tone, his slowed words, and his soft drawl, I cant help but love the way they work together to create the most velvety and fruity voice in the world.
I could listen to him talk all day long. But he would never talk that much. Maybe that's why I love his voice so much, or at least a reason. It's because he only speaks when it's needed.
His eyes tell most of what he's feeling. At first, I thought he had no emotion whatsoever. Now I know he's full of them.
I look up at his eyes. They rest softly looking at me, his eyebrows not a bit furrowed and his lips set relaxed, only turned up at the corners the tiniest bit. He's content and he's happy.
I'm sure I'm completely readable by even a stranger.
"You know we're completely different?" he says suddenly, the happiness off of his face. It's replaced with a look that takes on a certain unhappy gleam. A slight mad one but also a slight upset or sad one.
"Of course I know that. You know how boring we would be if I was the same as you?" he narrows his eyes playfully and I laugh.
"I'm kidding. But being as different as we are just makes every day more interesting," I tell him honestly.
"And I couldn't imagine myself being quiet and calm. I just can't," I hold onto my heart just thinking about it.
"I can't imagine being wilder than shit," he grumbles and I smile, picturing him with the same energy as me.
"So that party huh?" he changes the subject.
"I kind of want to go. Y'know experience and everything," I shrug, "want to come with me?"
"I have to work tonight," he tucks my hair behind my ear, "and I'm not a partier Lilah."
