Page 149 of Lilah
I want a freaking treehouse.
AfterTreehouseMastersgoes off, I watch half of the movieGrownUpsbefore drifting off.
I wake up when the door to the room opens, not so quietly. I sit up and the light is turned on. I take a couple of seconds to adjust my eyes and the door is shut.
It's three-thirty in the morning.
I recognize Grey's figure and then the chicken leg in his hand. He nearly trips over himself trying to take his boots off.
He's drunk.
I stay quiet, just watching him as my heart pounds nervously. He pulls his shirt off his head and he meets my eyes.
"Want me to strip the rest of the way for you baby?" he says and my eyebrows shoot up. Baby?
Uh, frick yeah.
"Hm?" he adds.
"No, it's okay," I respond quietly, "Where'd you get your chicken leg?"
He looks down at the chicken leg in his hand. His eyebrows furrow and he examines it.
"I think I found it," he mumbles and I wince. Good Lord knows where that thing came from. I wrap the blankets tighter around me and he moseys over to me, swaying a bit. The nervousness has died down more now.
Bear still lays asleep at the foot of the bed. He climbs onto the bed, looking at me.
"You're my burrito," he refers to all the blankets wrapped around me and I giggle.
"Kiss-Kiss," he says leaning forward. I place a little kiss on his lips and he pulls away.
"You taste better than any burrito I've ever had," he licks his lips.
"I think you taste your chicken leg," I motion to it and he shakes his head.
"I taste you through the chicky," he climbs on top of me and I groan.
Chicky?
He bites the chicken and rolls too close to the edge and onto the ground. I wince.
"Fuckin' fuck," he groans.
This man can get stabbed and hardly wince but he falls off the bed and whines?
"You okay?" I uncover myself and scoot off the bed. He lies there and doesn't move when he sees me. I bend down next to him and he throws an arm around me, pulling me the rest of the way down.
"Grey," I mumble, "we can't lay on the floor it's hard."
That's what she said. Stop.
"Hold this," he hands me the chicken leg. He slides his hands under me and stands with me in his arms. He tosses me back onto the bed and takes the chicken.
I look up at him and he smiles.Aw.
"You're so fucking cute," he makes my heart beat faster, "I just want to hold you all day."
"Sober words speak drunk-" he pauses and starts over, "drunk words speak sober thoughts."
