Page 242 of Lilah
I can't go by myself, for one, because I get sidetracked easily and I will end up in the toy aisle of Target picking out which JoJo Siwa slime kit I want to buy. Galaxy or neon pink? I don't even know who JoJo Siwa is.
Technically, we keep each other in check. That doesn't mean he pays attention all the time though.
I swear he stares at and levitates toward the meat sections. Jerky; he's grabbing at every time we pass. And we pass the jerky section at least three times a grocery trip.
"Shit, I- sure," he shrugs. He looks confused for some reason.
"What kind?" I open the fridge and take out the bag. He looks over at me, pausing as he unties his boots.
"Um."
"Red, Granny Smith, or Pink Lady?"
"Um," he drawls out like there's no difference between the flavors of eat apple type.
"Sugar, do you want a sweet one, a sour one, or a little sweet and a little sour?" I tilt my head. Is he okay?
"Well um."
I pick up all three and walk to him. He looks up at me from his sitting position.
"Pink Lady is sweet and a little sour," I hold it up, "Granny Smith is sour. Red is very sweet."
He looks between all three. Then he fiddles with the scrunchie on his wrist. I sit the apples down on the coffee table.
I place my hand on his forehead.
"Are you okay, Sugar?" I feel his temperature. He leans into me.
"It's only apples," I whisper. His hand trails around me. He snatches the bottom of my dress in a flash and lifts it off me.
A small pack of Sour Patch Kids fall to the floor with my dress. What the heck? I was looking for those.
He pulls away and looks at me, his lips turned up in amusement. I look down at myself. Then at the Sour Patch Kids on the floor.
"Now look," I point to my stomach, "my belly has goosebumps because of you."
He pulls me closer to him and trails his lips along my stomach.
"Now I have even more goosebumps," I wiggle a little at the tickly feeling of his soft lips. He pulls me onto his lap and looks at me.
I lean down and pick up the Sour Patch Kids. I begin taking them out the package and he gives me a look.
"What?" I mumble.
"Can't you eat those later?"
"...I guess," I drawl out, placing the package on the coffee table.
His dark eyelashes cast a shadow over his cheeks and I feel my heart growing just by looking at him.
"I'm almost buck naked," I mumble out, casually placing my arms around his neck. I look down at his full lips.
He stands suddenly, lifting me with him. I cling onto him and Bear starts to follow us until Grey tells him to stay.
He walks into our bedroom, shutting the door behind us with his foot. He throws me onto the bed and takes his shirt off. I bite my lip to hold my smile back as he tosses his shirt near the clothes hamper.
Every time he takes his shirt off I get all giddy inside. He climbs on top of me and bites my lip once I release it. He pulls at it and releases a second later. He lifts me back onto his lap and connects our lips.
