Page 109 of Lilah
We make it outside and to Grey's Jeep.
He leans against the side of his car and grabs my arm pulling me flush to him.
"I've got to go away for a while after tomorrow," he says and I feel a little myself shrink in disappointment.
"How long?" I question.
"Four or five days," he sighs and I bite my lip in the thought of who the heck I'm going to talk to when he's gone.
His hands fall to the back of my upper thighs and he pulls my lower half closer to his. Holy mother of Jesus. Am I okay? I don't think I know how to breathe anymore.
He lowers his head to my neck and gives the skin right under my jaw a little bite.Woah baby.
Hornish thoughts fill my head and I remind myself to give an extra long prayer tonight.
Me being me, aka a slight idiot, I grab onto his hands and move them up to where I want them. My booty cheeks.
I no longer think about the fact that I don't have pants on, all that registers is his warm hands on me.
He brings his head out of my neck, a gorgeous smirk on his face.
"You like that, hm?" He gives my hind end a little squeeze and I get hot. I love you Jesus, and I'm sorry.
"Are you going away for work?" I clear my throat after starting the sentence and my voice coming out slightly higher.
He gives me a nod, his eyes traveling all over my face.
"Don't get stabbed. Or headbutted. Or hurt. Please," I say and his eyes soften. If it happens again, somebody is going to get got.
And if someone gets got, then I'm going to have to go on the run from the po-po.
"Are you catching a bad guy, or what?" I smile. He rolls his eyes a little before giving me a small nod.
I wish my life was nearly as exciting as his. He gets to manage a restaurant, which I don't even know why he does, and also catch bad guys for a living.
What do I do? From time to time I put a new shipment of books away on bookshelves.
I wonder if he was chasing a bad guy the first time we got milkshakes together? When he basically kidnapped me in the backroom.
"Who were we hiding from the first time we got milkshakes?" I speak my thoughts.
"No one you need to worry about," he says dryly and I bite my tongue. He can't just say that to me. I'm way too curious and my mind wanders off. A lot.
"Was the person a local pimp?" I could learn the ways.
"Sure," he rolls his eyes again.
I hear a car pulling into the driveway and I quickly move his hands from me and back up. I feel his scowl on the side of my face but I ignore it as I watch mom's car drive up the driveway.
Still no pants.
She won't tell dad, right?
"You should go, Grey," I tell him quietly. I feel him lean down to kiss my cheek I stop him before he can, my heart feelingheavy. He could get hurt and I'm not even letting him kiss my cheek, being too scared that mom will tell dad.
I really am selfish.
I watch as his jaw clenches and his eyes take on a dark essence. I whisper the world's quietest 'I'm sorry' to him but I'm not sure if he heard it. I hear mom's car door shut as Grey opens his.
