Page 232 of Lilah
"Grey, you're making me jealous, hugging on her," Oaklee nudges Grey.
"Don't touch me," he replies grumbly.
"Let's go eat," I pull away from him slightly, he gives me a slight nod and we proceed to the door. We walk out and just as raindrops hit my head, Grey drapes his arm over my shoulders and shields the sideways falling raindrops from me, pulling my head under his chin.
"Aw, Sugar," I place my hand on his back, "so sweet."
He opens the door for me like the gentleman he always is, and I give him a little nudge for him to open Abby's door too. He does 'cause if he didn't I'd attack him fearlessly.
"Where would you like to eat Abby?" I question her, pulling down the mirror in front of me to check if my hairdo got fudged up due to Grey's monstrous arm throwing itself onto me.Multiple times. And since it's raining, I wouldn't want to look like a wet dog.
"It doesn't matter to me-"
"Don't make me come back there and beat it out of you," I warn. Just say a restaurant, it's not that hard. I'll eat anything. Grey will too. He picks off my plate anyway. Hooker.
"It really doesn't matter," she chuckles.
"Where do you want to eat Azalea?" she questions.
"I don't know," I'm a slight hypocrite.
"Grey?" she wonders.
He looks over at me like I'll give him an answer. I shrug. He shrugs back. I scrunch my nose at him. He scrunches his nose at me.
He picks up my hand from the center console and he interlaces our fingers, bringing my hand up to his lips.
My heart does a jumping jack.
"Let's go to Texas Roadhouse!" I spot one, "Make a U-ey Grey!"
We arrive and I nearly fall out the car. Of course I do. The raining has eased up and we walk right in.
"How many?" A waitress asks.
"Three," I smile brightly. She picks up three menus and tells us to follow.
She leads us to a table and Grey makes me sit on the inside because he has this weird thing about always having to be on the outside, I don't know what it's about but I don't mind.
"Your waitress will be right with you," she smiles before walking off.
"I should tell them it's my birthday. They let you ride a saddle I'm pretty sure," I look around for any sign of a random saddle.
"Ride me inste-" he paused midway through the sentence, flitting his eyes over to Abby. Ridehim? That's sexual, I'm sure.
"Nevermind," he mumbles.
"Extremely inappropriate Grey Alexander," I smile smugly, using his lovely middle name. Our waitress arrives at our table and Grey scoots his chair closer to me as she stands close to our table.
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I walk out of that place with a humongous food baby. Tubs is really here.
"So there's this party tonight," Abby starts, "you should come with me."
We get in the car and Grey drives us back to his restaurant where Abby's car is. I get out with her to say goodbye.
"What kind of party is it?" I question. Like a birthday party? I wouldn't want to go to someone's birthday party when they have no idea who I am.
