Page 59 of Lilah
"Grey," I allow my hand to reach up to his. I gently pull it away from me, a little shake to my head. I look up to see his jaw clenched a bit. Nowhere near how it usually is. We're getting somewhere.
"I-I can't do that," I say softly.
Please don't let this backfire on me.
"Friends?" I question trying to keep the hesitancy out of my voice. He slowly takes his hand out of my hair. The same hand grabs onto the hair tie on my wrist. He fiddles with it, keeping his eyes downcast.
He better not think I've forgiven him. I have not.
God he looks so cute.
His jaw clenches twice like he's holding back from saying something. I think we're definitely getting somewhere.
"Friends," he utters as if tasting the word on his tongue. Then, his eyes come back up and meet mine. He lets out a little sigh looking between both of my eyes.
I give him a little nod. His jaw clenches once more.
"Alright," he finally agrees and a small smile lights up my face.
We can befriends. No romantic things. No romantic thoughts. No romantic gestures. And if everything goes okay, perhaps I can teach him what he never was taught.
"Hello!" I greet and his eyebrows furrow in a cute confused face. Stop, no romantic thoughts.
"I'm Azalea!" I smile.
"Azalea..." he drawls out for the rest of my name, now understanding that we're starting over. A second chance.
"Azalea Delilah Carson," I fill it in for him.
"Lilah," he decides, just as the first time. Although, it was in a much nicer tone this time. And there was no glare.
I can definitely deal with this.
"What's your name?"
"Grey," he says shortly, his eyes not acting as if we're strangers. He can't keep his gosh darn eyes off my legs.
"My legs don't have eyes, Grey," I remind him and his eyes snap to mine angrily before they simmer down.
"Then don't wear that," he mutters under his breath, I guess forgetting that we're supposed to not know each other.
"You can't-" he cuts me off. 'You can't tell me what to wear' went down the drain.
"It rose to the fuckin' heavens and the guys saw it," his voice turns dark but I have a hard time figuring out if it's toward me orthe guys.
"Free show, amirite?"
"Not funny," he grumbles, gripping onto the top of my waistband. I've decided that a grumbly-Grey is just his personality.
"Friends," I remind him softly and he lets out a harsh sigh releasing my waistband in a more than touchy way, dragging his hands along my waist.
He opens his mouth to say something only to be closed a second later as he finds something over my shoulder.
"Azalea Carson! What the hell?" Aaron's voice fills my ears and my eyes widen a bit. I forgot about him.
I left him waiting, didn't I?
"Who's this?" he questions as he nears Grey and me, his eyes taking on a slightly widened state as they peer at the man beside me.
