Page 52 of Lilah
He starts to move around the cart and I move around it. We're at opposite ends. A smirk reaches his lips, showing off a dimple on his cheek.
"Someone's playful today," his melodic voice makes a small smile appear on my lips.
He moves again and due to my slower movements thanks to my predicament, he catches my arm, pulling me against him.
He hugs me to him and I chuckle at his cuddly personality.
"I missed you A-a-ron," I bite my lip, keeping a laugh from escaping.
"You missed me?" his voice rumbles against me, "I'll have to come more often then. I missed you too Azzy."
We pull away and he peers down at my leg.
"What'd you do, Azalea?" he bends down to my knee placing his hand just below the brace.
"I fell over a chair. I can't do anything with myself," I sigh, "I've been having a rough time."
He glances up at me a smile on his face. His dimples are so cute I just want to squeeze his cheeks.
I know he sees my hands squeezing by my sides. He knows what that means.
"Go ahead," he mumbles, playfully rolling his eyes. I grab his cheeks and commence to being like a grandmother to her grandchild.
"It still hurts my ego that you're the only one who thinks I'madorableinstead of attractive," he pouts, standing.
"Your little squeezy hands," he imitates the way I squeeze my hands and I shove him lightly.
"Why're you having a rough time?" he tilts his head in question and I screw my mouth shut.
"How've you been doing at college? Good?" I change the subject, picking up books.
"Jake used to do that, don't you start it too," he says and I look down.
Jake was the champion at changing the subject. We could be talking about his game one second and then the next, about what I picked out to wear the next day. He never liked talking about himself. I had to punch him for it on a few occasions.
"We should go have lunch!" I clap my hands. I could use something to stuff my face with so I don't have to talk as much.
"Fine," he sighs.
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Not a good idea.
Not a good one.
Terrible idea.
I should've picked where we should eat.
I'm going to vomit.
"You look pale," he helps me out of my car after telling me where we're eating.
Grey's freakin' bar by night, restaurant by day.
"Maybe we should go to Mcdonald's," I offer and he scoffs.
"Mcdonald's makes me shit," he reasons.
