Page 83 of Lilah
"It's okay," I give him a nod when he still doesn't look happy. At all.
He leans forward, placing a gentle kiss on the bruise. My heart swells up and my breath gets caught in my throat.
That's friendly, right? Sort of.
I don't care.
"Good?" his deep voice rumbles against me quietly. Speechless at such a gentle action, I just nod.
"Is your restaurant successful?" I question. Looking around, nothing that I've seen in this whole apartment looks cheap. I bet his shirt costs more than me and it's only a dark blue long sleeve.
I kind of miss seeing his tattoos.
And those forearm veins.
"Can you take yourshirt off?" my eyes widen slightly at what just flew out of my mouth, "so your restaurant?"
"You want my shirt off?" he asks and I feel like he's just saying it to make me want to jump out of the window even more than I already do.
"Well, your restaurant and bar I guess," I keep the subject directed away from the whole shirt ordeal.
"Yes or no?" his eyes narrow in what seems like ateasingway as he tilts his head.
One-hundred percent yes.
"Yes or no? I don't know how to answer that question," I avert my eyes from his.
"I know you were looking at my gluteus maximus," I change the subject. Now who's turn is it to be embarrassed?
"Mhm. I was," he owns up to it looking the furthest thing from embarrassed. Now I'm at a crossroad.
"You liked it didn't you?" I blurt out before rolling my lips into my mouth to keep more idiotic things from coming out.
"Of course," he says without any shame whatsoever, a little bitty smile on his lips that nearly knocks the breath out of me.
I look at Bear for help. He just gives me a doggish smile back.
"Don't you have a restaurant to go to and do nothing at?" I question and if Bear could understand what I just said, he'd laugh.
"Where'd you sleep?" I question. I would've known if he slept in the same bed as me. I would've been hot all night.
He motions his head over to the couch and I feel bad. He lives here, he shouldn't have been the one to sleep on the couch.
"I feel bad," I wince.
"I'll sleep with you next time then."
Wait, with me?
Wait, next time?
Wait, I'm fine with that?
Wait, sexy time or sleep?
"Sex?" I blurt, "Don't answer that, it's not friendly."
"Whatever you want," he shrugs, ignoring the fact that I told him not to answer. My face heats up.
