Page 193 of Lilah
And I take this gameveryseriously.
From the corner of my eye, I see Grey pick up my phone. I ignore it. Maybe he'll take a picture of his muscles and then I can obsess over it later.
He places my phone back down and within a second, sound emits from the speaker. My mouth drops open and he looks over at me, a smirk on his lips.
He's dirty.
He leans over to me and scrunches his nose mockingly like I do sometimes.
My heart fills up knowing that he knows the name of one of my favorite songs. Sure, maybe it's because I play it a ton but he actually remembered the name and that tickles my willy.
I hold myself back for as long as possible.
"She's my cherry pie!"I shout. I embrace my pitiful-ness. I throw my hand back and give Grey's booty a nice 'ole smack.
"Oh yeah," I mimic the Kool-Aid man.
"What'd you have to see your mom for?" he turns his body toward me. I look down at my hands.
Are they powerless or something? Does he have no feeling in his booty cheeks? I hit him hard, why the heck isn't he giving a reaction? Anything like 'ouch Azalea, you hurt my booty' would suffice but it's like I didn't even touch him.
Buns of steel.
"What'd you say?" I hardly even heard him. I think I need to squeeze his butt.
"What'd you have to see your mom for?" he repeats.
Um, how should I do this? Firstly, I would like to tell him I love him before telling him I'm moving. And second, I don't want to do either of them inside a bathroom.
"Has anybody ever told you that you have a wonderful little smile?" I smile up at him. I could tell the funniest joke in the world, as I do all the time, and his lips with turn up at the corners. I laugh enough for both of us. I laugh at my own jokes for him.
"No," he seems unamused. How could someone not compliment his little smiles? They're amazing.
"Well, they should've," I mosey out of the bathroom and away from him. I plop on the floor in the living room with Bear, giving him a nice belly rub when he rolls over dramatically.
I'll really miss Bear. He's like family now.
And IloveGrey.
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I wipe my sweaty palms on the fabric of my leggings, staring out the window, watching the trees go by as we drive up the Smokies.
What if he doesn't love me too?
We make it to our spot and Grey removes the top to the Jeep and we both lean our seats back looking up at the stars.
"Grey, we're stargazing," I smile softly. Just like people do in movies. But unlike the people in the movies, I have no clue what I'm looking at. Most of the time, movies have a character that knows where the Milky Way is at.
If we were in my car, my Milky Ways are in the glove compartment.
Sometimes I need a snack.
I look over at him, wanting to see his heavenly side profile but I find him looking at me already. I smile.
"Am I missing my earring?" I question, moving my hand up to feel my ear. It's not missing.
He doesn't say anything.
