"You can't act like you don't know he was peeking down your fucking shirt every once in a while," his jaw ticks.
Come on, I know I've got pretty good goodies, but Lincoln needs to control it for Grey's sake.
"I didn'tknow.I was too busy focusing on trying to teach him how to braid hairon my own head,becausesomebodytook away my model in a fit of jealousy," I uncross my arms and place my hands on my hips.
"He said he was getting fucking horny because of you!" his voice raises.
"He was joking Grey," I keep my voice quiet to keep him calm.
"You don't know that shit," he scowls.
"Well then I just ignore it, and you should too."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" he questions like I'm not serious. I just sigh and plop my booty down on the couch. Bear watches the interaction like a counselor.
"He calls youbaby doll. I don't even call you anything like that, that's not fucking friendly," he insists.
It's not like they'd actually like me. I'm still shocked Grey does. Very shocked.
"Well Grey, I'm not a freaking expert on friendly things, okay? All I know is the textbook stuff. The 'friends don't kiss' type stuff. Give me a break okay?" I stress.
"And you thinkI'man expert onany of this?You must think so shitty about yourself to not understand that you're fucking beautiful. The guys are coming at you left and right and neither of us understands who's joking or not. Don't cancel out the possibility of one of them actually liking you just because you don't think they ever could," he says.
He thinks I'm beautiful?
"And you're mine just as much as I'm yours so don't even think about giving some other fucker a chance," he says sternly and I have to bite back a smile. I stand back up and he looks up at the ceiling, not watching me, his jaw set tensely.
I'm not sure ifheknows this but he's pretty much the only chance at something I've got. Whether he says I've got guys coming at me left and right or not.
"I'm positive that you shouldn't worry about me giving some other 'freaker' a chance," I assure him.
"You're so fucking friendly with everyone Lilah," he sighs, finally looking down at me.
"I'm only trying to make friends," I mumble. He gives a small nod of understanding.
"And I promise It's only you," I grab his tattooed arm and wrap it around my torso, pulling him closer.
"I'mnota cheater," I say with finality.
Cheaters are the worst of the worst. Just the worst. Terrible.
"That means we're together now?" he asks and I smile softly before giving him a little nod.
"You didn't ask me," he says expectantly. I feel my smile grow wider.
"Grey," I start, "would you like to be my boyfriend?"
He remains silent and I feel my mouth drop open, the smile never leaving.
"I would like to be asked without knowing," he quotes my words and I throw my head back in laughter.
"But I guess it'll do," he leans down and kisses me.
I slap his booty. Not hard for the time being but later, it will be hard.
That's what she said.
"Now call the fucking pizza place," he shoves his phone at me. I shake my head at the constant unwant to talk to any type of server or worker he has.