Page 277 of Lilah
"A demon is going to get me Grey, my feet are out in the open," I nod to them and he looks down toward them.
"Are you serious?" He groans, rising off of me. He leans down and places the covers back over my cold feet. Then he lays back down in the spot he was.
"Better?" he questions and I nod. I wiggle my toes just to make sure they weren't eaten.
"What time is it?" I mumble. I raise my arms up and stretch greatly. Grey gives me a look that says 'do you really have to do that right now?'
"It's one," he mumbles. Crud. The sexy time that occurred earlier this morning wore us out. I'm sorry Jesus.
"I've got to get up," I sit up and he reluctantly removes himself from me.
"Why?"
"I promised Mr. Terrip I'd be at the store by lunchtime and it's past then so I need to go," I stand under the closely watching eyes of Grey.
"Would you quit it? You already saw enough earlier," I point my finger in his face, eventually poking his cheek, face not booty.
"You're pretty," he replies and I allow a smile onto my face.
"As a mule's butt or...?" I trail off and he scoffs.
"Shut up," he grumbles. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm starting to think that's his favorite phrase. Of course, other than the combinations of curse words he uses.
"You look like a lion, by the way," he tells me before rolling over and acting like he hasn't just offended my heart.
I walk into the bathroom and peer into the mirror.
He's not wrong. Brat.
This is what I get for going to sleep with my hair wet. I tinkle and brush my teeth again, just for good measures. Then I take out the gosh darn straightener and straighten my lion mane. Halfway through doing my hair, he waltzes in the bathroom fully still down to his skivvies.
"You should let me straighten your hair-" I cut myself off when I hear him freaking tinkling.
"Grey Alexander!" I shout.
"What? I'm human," he replies.
"Yes, a human who could have gone to theotherbathroom to tinkle!" I throw my free hand up in the air.
"This one's closer," he answers and I shake my head at him, focusing back on my hair. Eventually, he stops and flushes. Why does he pee for so long? Good heavens.
"See? Not so bad," he slaps my booty on the way out of the room.
"I could've burnt myself just now because of you!" I call out to him.
"Yeah okay," he replies haphazardly caring, "oh hey, wanna go to Montana with us?"
I set the straightener down and dart back into the bedroom.
"What?"
"Montana, Lilah, are you listening?" He slightly teases. I sort of lose focus watching him pull on his pants.
"The state of Montana?" I grow excited. He pauses.
"Yes darling, thestateof Montana," he teases, "why are you so amazed?"
"I've never even been out of the state before," I smile and he frowns.
