Page 268 of Lilah
"Yes you still are," she speaks in her baby voice. The same voice she talks to Bear with. She leans into me and presses her soft lips against my cheek.
On the damn cheek.
"Really?" I grumble and she huffs.
"On the cheek, really?" She makes her voice deeper, mocking me.
She closes the book suddenly.
Am I about to get lucky?
I smirk watching her as she starts to get up. I widen my legs a bit for her to come sit right on me.
She turns and looks at my suggestive face.
"We're going to do arts and crafts," she says happily and the smirk falls.
What the fuck.
"You're giving me blue balls," I grumble up to her.
The first time I used that phrase with her, it took me five minutes to explain what it meant.
"You're givingmea headache," she replies and I narrow my eyes.
"You know what? We're not doing arts and crafts, I'm going to show you how to do something for me," she says brightly.
I internally hope it's sexual but deep down I know it's not.
She walks off and goes into our room.
I should fucking escape.
She comes back with all kinds of fingernail polish products.
Goddammit.
"Welcome to Azalea's beauty school," she introduces.
"I don't want to be in Azalea's beauty school," I mumble and she hushes me.
She makes me do a lot of things I don't want to do. You'd think it's easy to refuse a girl half my size but hell no. She's a fucking angel but do something she doesn't like, you'll regret that shit.
She's not a physical person, she's a mental person. She'll fuck with your brain. I know it all too well.
She made me try sushi. First of all, it tasted like shit.
I refused with all my power to try that shit. She doesn't even eat it herself, I don't know why she wanted me to try it. I continually said no.
So she pulled out all kinds of shit to bring up in an attempt to get me to eat it.
'Love, I'm scared to try it and I need you to make sure it'll be good.'
'Grey, you know I love you so much. I only want the best for you and I think you'll like it.'
'You'll be telling me how sorry you are when it's your favorite food.'
"Paint my nails darling," she smiles innocently.
