Page 91 of Lilah
I fiddle with the scrunchie on my wrist thinking about it. I shake my head, taking the scrunchie off and putting it in my back pocket.
I need to focus.
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?Azalea?
"I feel like I'm seeing you a little less nowadays," Mr. Terrip greets me as I walk into the store.
"I'm sorry," I give his frail figure a hug. He needs some meat on his bones, I swear.
It took a couple of days to clean my room. Especially the floor where glass from the mirror was everywhere.
Plus, Grey has taken me up on the challenge of eating a full pizza. I got to the last piece before I had to stop. He sat and watched me with those gorgeous amused eyes of his after he finished eating his food.
At least he doesn't judge me. If he did, I'd pizza slap him. But I'd make sure the pizza slice wouldn't fall on the floor so that it doesn't waste and I can still eat it.
He freaking lets me watch movies all day and if that doesn't just tickle my pickle, then I don't know what does.
He kissed my forehead.
I pooped my pants. Nearly.
I couldn't help but kiss his back. I mean come on, it was right in my reach.
My assumption for why the gun guy said 'look at the time'; they were planning to go party. Or to a club maybe. I mean, I'monly nineteen so I'm basically three years old so I get why he didn't invite me.
I probably wouldn't have gone anyway. That's a lie, if Grey is there, I'd pretty much go anywhere with him.
I begin to work with the books in the store, catching up on everything I haven't been doing since I've been all over the place lately.
Gosh, Grey gives the best hugs for not being very experienced with them.
His big arms just know how to wrap all the way around me and it ruffles my truffles like no one else.
The man radiates body heat better than a hot sidewalk in the middle of summer on a day where it's hotter than Satan's actual butthole.
Goodness knows how long passes before I feel a hand on the small of my back. I turn and see Grey. Automatically, a smile reaches my lips.
"What?" he questions, looking at my too-wide-of-a-smile and I bite my lip. His eyes follow my action and I release my lip, remembering how he hates when I do that.
I quickly put away the last few books in the cart and then I look back up at him. His eyes are on my bottom half. Aka, my buns. My biscuits. My money maker. My butt.
"What are those pants?" he asks and I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.
"They're leggings," I smile. His butt would look phenomenal in a pair of leggings. But he doesn't look like he'd wear them, unfortunately.
"Mm," he hums, grabbing my arm and turning me sideways and backward a couple of times.
"Fuckme," he mumbles under his breath and my eyebrows furrow again. His places his hands on my hip. One of the hand trails to my stomach.
"You hungry?" he questions and I throw my head back in laughter before letting my forehead fall against his chest.
We've already gone over this.
"I'm not hungry," I shake my head. He places a kiss on my forehead and butterflies flutter all the way down to my toes.
As soon as he pulls away, he's leaning down for me to kiss his. I do so with a smile before catching sight of his bruised knuckles.
