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I don't even own a pair of high heels.
"Stop it, Azalea Delilah," Grey's dark voice interrupts my train of thought. I look over at him to see his face set in a stern and serious look.
"You don't even know what I was thinking," I try and he stands up, moseying over to me, his harshly set eyes never leaving mine.
"The fuck I don't. Now quit," he softens the closer he gets to me. I don't doubt the fact that he knows exactly what I'm thinking.
Bear rubs up against my legs, steering clear of Abby just like we told him too. He's such a good boy. Abby's allergic and I don't think I've ever felt so bad for someone. I couldn't imagine being allergic to Bear. Jake was allergic to dogs too, that's why we never had one. My father too. And what dad said, went. He controlled the house and made us all follow what he said.
"Can I use y'all's bathroom really quick before we go?" she questions and I turn my attention back to her.
"Of course! Down the hall and it's the first door on the right," I point and she nods, following my directions.
I look over to Grey.
"But she's wearing, like, show-ey stuff. Look at me, Grey," I hold my arms out and his eyes trail down my body.
"I'm looking. You look perfect."
"But nothing like her. And if that's whatshe'swearing then I can't imagine what other people are wearing. I'm going to look like a saint," I look down at the neckline of my shirt.
"And you are, don't fuckin' forget it Lilah. A child of God," he throws an arm around my neck and pulls my face into his chest. I groan. I think about biting him but I don't.
"You're cute," he tells me. So is he.
"That's the problem," I scrunch the nose.
"Shut up. I'm not done," he says.
"You're cute. You're beautiful, gorgeous, everything great," he leans down closer to me.
"And you're sexy," he throws out the word 'sexy' lazily, lowly, and all with a beautiful smirk on his face.
"That's funny," I snort.
"You make me hard."
"Excuse me sir."
"Who cares what other people think?"
"I don't know."
"You know when we first met?" he questions and I nod, a small smile threatening to break out on my lips.
"When I fell over your foot," I giggle.
"I tripped you," he says and I stop laughing.
"Why in the world? I could have died!" I gasp.
"Dramatic ass," he grumbles.
"Why'd you trip me?"
"Because I thought you were fucking sexy," he smirks. I furrow my eyebrows thinking back to that day.
"I feel slightly like you're fibbing to me. I was wearing cloth shorts, a sweatshirt, and-"
