Page 165 of Lilah

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"Um," she struggles.

"Something earlier today?"

"You're making my cheeks blow up Grey," she leans her forehead against my chest.

"You weren't this shy when I did it," I chide and she gasps.

The sounds she made.Fuck.

"I did have polish remover but I guess I don't now," she pulls away, her cheeks still a little pink.

"Don't play."

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?Azalea?

"Stop moving!" I groan when, for a fourth time, he moves away from me.

"It fuckin' smells like shit," he grumbles as I use the remover to get the polish off his nails.

And he's got an advantage because he's in a wheely chair.

"Would you rather leave it on? I can leave right now," I pull away only to be pulled back by my waist.

"That's what I thought," I humph and he squeezes my hipbone causing me to thrash.

I continue on getting the purple off his nails and I feel his eyes trained on me.

"The longer you look at my face, the uglier I get," I warn.

"Shut up."

"You hush," I grumble back.

I'm thinking logically here. The longer he looks at my face, the more time he has to see all my flaws and then to think 'wow, she's not pretty at all, what I am doing, I deserve better.'

"Hyper."

"Crackhead."

"Loud-mouth."

"Baboon."

"Flighty." My mouth drops open a bit at that.

"Buttnugget."

"Simpleton." My jaw drops again. He leans forward and kisses me like that'll make up for his words.

He bites down on my bottom lip when I don't kiss him back. I pull away.

"Bear needs to probably take a poop when you get back home," I remind him. Before we left his place, I may have slipped him some greasy bacon.

I can only hope he hasn't sharted already.

"WhenIget back home?" he questions grumbly.

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