Page 86 of Lilah
"Let's eat," he decides, lifting me and placing me gently on the ground. With burning cheeks and his large hand swallowing mine, he leads me to his restaurant making sure to walk a little slowly so that I can keep up.
"I ate a whole pizza by myself, I eat enough," I smile, remembering that delicious pizza.
"It was a small," he offends me.
"Is that a challenge?"
He takes a glance down at me, raising one of his shoulders.
I might have to shove a few slices in my bra but I'd still finish it. He holds open the door to his restaurant/bar and I walk in. Jai sees me immediately and gives me a smile. Then he sees Grey and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
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Eating my amazing waffles, with syrup this time, I watch as Grey's hands stretch and fiddle with the hair tie I gave him yesterday.
The hair tie snaps and he just looks at it in his hand like 'what do I do now?'
I eat the last piece of my waffle, a little smile on my face. After sitting down my fork, I stand from my seat. His eyes dart up to me and he watches me as I come to sit right beside him in thebooth, never once taking his eyes off me or moving the hair tie in his hands.
"Did you break it?" I already know the answer but I'm kind of curious to see what he'd say.
"I didn't mean to," he replies quietly, his jaw clenching as he visibly becomes annoyed with himself.
I literally have them all over my room.My once neat and tidy room.
"It's okay," I smile. I take it from his hands gently and remove the scrunchie from my wrist. Good luck breaking this one buddy.
"This won't break and look," I move closer to him showing him the color, "It's gray!"
"It's pretty soft too," I run my finger over the fabric of it and then turn my attention to him. He already looks at me.
I've probably got syrup on my face.
I hold it out to him and he takes it. I watch as he feels around it, getting used to the difference between the scrunchie and the regular hair tie.
"All done?" Jai's voice comes from beside me. I look up at him, the smile from looking at Grey still present on my face, and I nod.
He picks up the plates, gives me a sly little wink, and returns to the kitchen.
"You can have that," I nod to it, "and if you put it on your wrist, it won't make a mark like the other one; it's not as tight."
I picture Grey with a scrunchie on his wrist and I smile a little.
I find the neckline of his shirt. Just barely over the edge of it, on the very top of his collarbone there lies a part of a tattoo.
A tattoo that I want to see more than anything.
How many tattoos does he have? Does he have more than just his sleeve?
"I used to want a tattoo on my butt," I blurt out. I recall being twelve and wanting a tattoo of a little butterfly at the top of my butt.
Of course, I would never actually get it. Or an actual tattoo.
After all the needles and IV's I've had in my arms, I've definitely had it with any sort of needles.
"Show me where?" he glances at me, his eyebrows slightly raised.
Is-Is he teasing me?
