Page 198 of Lilah
"I would be so nice toyouif you needed help going through your closet!"
"All your black clothes," I grumble, "you need some color in your life Sugar."
I pick up the biggest t-shirt I have. It's pale yellow and who knows, maybe it's his color.
"Try this on," I give it to him. His upper lip curls unhappily and I roll my eyes.
"Don't curl that lip at me, Grey," I scrunch my nose at him.
"It's too small," he mumbles.
"Hush, no it's not, put it on," I point to it and then watch as he stands. He pulls his shirt off and I sigh happily.
Maybe I don't want him to put the shirt on, I just want to see him without a shirt.
He pulls the yellow shirt over his head and his strong arms just hardly fit. I bite my lip to keep the smile off my face when I see that it really doesn't fit him.
It's too short, it's too tight, even though it does way too many good things for his muscular frame, his face just looks unhappy and pitiful.
Now, I'm not saying that yellow isn't his color, all I'm saying is yellow is toohappyof a color. It just doesn't fit physically or characteristically.
"You look so handsome!" I smile pulling him in front of the mirror. His tense body never loosens and my slap my forehead.
"It's okay," I wrap my arms around him and he relaxes a bit. And then there's a ripping sound. I pull away to find the fabric on top of his right shoulder ripped.
"I said it's too small," he shrugs and it rips a little bit more.
Following the tragic murder of my shirt, we begin putting all my stuff into the boxes. Grey never put his shirt back on and I'm loving every minute of it. And the look of his silver chain around his neck. Who knew that was so attractive?
If I'm being honest, Grey has packed half of my room and I'm sitting here and being all excited when I find things I forgot I had.
Like I found a wiggly, rubbery, yardstick. Did I forget I had it? Yes.
Do I need it? Who knows.
Did I continuously hit Grey with it? Of course I did until he took it away from me and threw it outside my room.
Grey held me the time I almost started crying when I found one of Jake's old t-shirts and he rolled his eyes at me when I bounced a little bouncy ball off his head.
He threw that bouncy ball out my room too.
"Are we going to be in sleeping in the same room like we usually do?" I question and he turns his head around toward me.
"You already know the answer to that," he mumbles.
"Okay well if we are, I have nothing against the black comforter, but maybe if we add a spice of color, then you'll bemore of a morning person," I reach up to the top of my closet where my extra comforters are. Of course, I just can't get a full-size comforter for my full-size bed. It needs to be big and fluffy so I can wrap myself in it. All my comforters are king size. So is Grey's bed.
He looks at me with the world's most unamused face. For the two-hundredth time today.
I pick up my dullest, but still somewhat colorful comforter and hold it out to him. I glance over the baby blue and white comforter and I smile a little.
"Whaddya think?"
He just looks at me for a few seconds, his eyes darting between both of mine.
"...Fine."
I lean down to him and kiss him. Beginning to pull away, he doesn't let me, gripping onto my shirt lightly and holding me to him.
