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He gets a view of my favorite pair of pink and purple striped underwear. He lets out a throaty groan before lowering my shirt back slowly.
"It's funny because this time I actuallydon'thave pants on," I let out a little laugh he doesn't laugh. He only grips my legs harder and pulls me closer to him, resting his forehead on mine.
"God, I want you Lilah. More than I've ever wanted anyone else."
"Aw, Grey," my heart flutters and he pulls his head away from mine a little confuzzled look on his handsome face.
"You want my hugs? Is that it? Well, guess what? You can have all the hugs you want," I smile happily.
I love that he wants me. I guess my hugs are better than I thought.
"C'mere," I wrap my arms around his neck but his stay by his side. My great hugs shock him apparently.
I rub my hand up and down his strong back for a few minutes before pulling away. He's still got the same look on his face.
"Do you want another, Sugar?" I tease and his face turns unhappy. I go in for another.
"Don't call me that," he mumbles against my shoulder.
He'll like it eventually.
"Then don't call me Lilah," I propose and he stiffens before letting out a harsh 'No.'
"I'll go put on pants if that's what you wan-"
"No," he grips my legs, holding me to him.
I lean against him and I get a whiff of his scent. He smells so good.
Dad doesn't agree apparently.
I pick up the front of my shirt and smell that too. It's beginning to smell of him.
Dad wouldn't like that either.
I lean over to my bedside table and grab a nice scented perfume. I spray a little in the air and let it fall onto us.
"What's that for?"
"Now you can smell as much like me as I do you. And my dad won't be able to smell that you've been here. You smell very good but he says you smell likeman."
"The guys already tell me I smell like you," His eyes fall over every inch of my face. Now he's going to smell more like me.
"Well I just don't want to get in trouble," I put the bottle back.
He sighs harshly before sliding one hand under my butt and lifting me with him as he stands.
Good gosh, what does this guy bench? 800 pounds?
He lays down on my bed, with me fully on top of him.
"What's wrong with your back?" He asks seriously.
"I hurt it."
"How?" He asks and I search my brain.
"Sex," I blurt. He tenses before relaxing after a few seconds.
