Page 95 of Lilah
"I'm joking, you know I'm joking," I say immediately, "I'll give it to you."
We went this long without contacting each other by text. We talked just like the olden days.
He grabs the bottom of his shirt again and I smile a little.
"Y'know," he steals my word that I use all the time, "this isn't very friendly as you say."
"I don't care at the moment. I have the chance to see someone shirtless besides my brother and his best friend, so I'm going to take it."
I'm not experienced in theslightest. With hardlyanything. All I know is school health class and sex ed.
His eyebrows furrow and his head tilts a tiny bit.
"You mean-"
"Yes," I interrupt and he gives me a little smile that I read right through. The little smile says 'aw.'
Aw, kiss my grits.
He lifts his shirt off his head and the breath is knocked out of me and thrown out the window. The room's temperature rises a good twenty degrees.
In front of me stands not a man but aman. Never have I ever seen a real live six pack.
It's notsodefined like those models that only eat dry spinach leaves right off the tree or wherever they come from, but gosh darn it if it isn't obvious. His muscles are purely man-ness and not from weights but from hard work. He's thick, I have to admit, he's not some skinny guy. He's truly a wall of muscle.
I feel myself gaping at him. I think Bear is doing the same thing. Probably not but I pretend he is so that I'm not the only one.
I was right that there are more tattoos. I stand and go to get a closer look at them. I feel his gaze on me as I come closer to him.
On his bicep, which is always covered by his shirts, there's a battle. There's a person with wings who stands with her foot over a man with horns. Devil horns. She holds a sword to him but it doesn't pierce his skin. He's defeated.
Just on the other side of his bicep, which holy freaking heck is strong and built and as big as my leg, there's a very realistic skull with tons of details an all. I swear Vincent Van Gogh did his tattoos.
Then spreading over to the one side of his chest, there's a huge lion head roaring which also has a crazy amount of detail.
On his back, spreading over his shoulder blade, there's another angel. She reminds me of those old statues that they have in Greece. She wears a robe and she looks to her left where she lays her hand on a man. A cross sits in her other hand. Shading fills in space behind them making the two of them really come to life.
I look down at his hand. A bunch of small tattoos litters his hand. From more realistic skulls to daggers and even to nicer things like a small pair of praying hands, his hand is full of tattoos just like his arm.
There aren't any flowers. Which is odd. Everything is dead pretty much. Usually, in sleeves that I've seen on celebrities, they like to fill up space with flowers like roses. Wherever there was space needing to be filled on Grey's arm, I feel like he used skulls or other...scary things.
But Iloveit. It'shim.
I look at his other arm and see where he was talking about. On the bandage that has been wrapped around his arm, there's a little blood seeping through. It'll need to be changed soon.
I'll also need to get out of my trance soon.
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-Ashlyn Montgomery
Chapter 14: Nothing
