Page 25 of Lilah
"Well, I hit it on my bed frame," I sigh dramatically. He releases my arm and stares down at me coldly.
"Doing what?" he grumbles out and I find myself wishing to see a smile from him. I can't imagine out gorgeous a smile would look on his already breathtaking face.
"Sex," I spit out accidentally. Oh Jesus, forgive me. I'm literally a virgin, I don't have any type of clue where that came from.
Why am I thinking about sex?
A nicely sculpted, dark eyebrow lifts slightly on his face. His eyes fall to my collarbone and I find myself wanting to melt into the ground.
"Sex, hm?" he speaks and just by him saying that word, I'm feeling unnaturally hot. Am I okay?
"What are you doing here, Grey?" I question again, trying my best to change the subject from the sexy time that never happened.
"I need a book," he leans up against the wall, still staring at me like I'm a nicely cooked steak dinner.
I thought he hated my guts why does he keep looking at my goodies?
Or it could be something on my dress. I did have chocolate for breakfast today, it's possible there's chocolate on me.
I can't just assume he's looking at my goodies. What goodies? I don't even know.
He doesn't even look the book-reading type. He appears to be more like the 'I burn books for fun' type. But who am I to judge?
"What book would you like?" I turn and begin walking, hoping he'll just follow me. He does thankfully.
He doesn't say anything for a while. I begin to think he didn't even hear me.
"What book ar-" he cuts me off with his own harsh and deep voice.
"I heard you the first time."
Excuse me sir, if you heard me, you should've answered.
"Oh, I've got the perfect book for you," I spot the book. I lift it from its place and turn, showing it off to him.
Being a Nice Human Being - For Dummies.
"You think you're funny, don't you?" his beautiful eyes narrow into slits as he sneers at me. I don't let him affect me, I knew that was coming.
I've been told on many occasions that I'm funny. Correction: I've toldmyselfon many occasions that I'm funny.
"I'm funnier than you think I am," I avert my eyes from him, putting the book back in its place. I guess that one just didn't interest him.
I feel like he's the type of guy that just doesn't appreciate humor.
"Plus, you're just too serious," I curse my motor-mouth, turning away from his glaring gaze completely.
I make it to the nonfiction corner and I begin looking at books for him. I'm assuming he wouldn't like to read fairy tales.
Tsunamis; a Natual Disaster. Nope
Inside the Life of Lady Gaga.Seemsperfectfor him.
Monster Trucks!What is he? Eight?
A scent envelops my nose and I nearly close my eyes to enjoy it as much as it deserves to be enjoyed. How can someone smell so good? It's not even a strong cologne smell, it's just naturallyhim.
From the corner of my eye, he stops right up beside me. His arm touching mine. Although I feel like a borderline child standing next to his tall frame, I can't help but want to lean into him.
