Page 275 of Lilah
"Like I give a shit," he grumbles.
"What about Jake? He never went to any type of training place," I wonder.
"He was a friend of Theo's and he wanted to help out. I let him because I could see he was a good kid. As soon as he turned the right age, he was going to go to the training facility but," he trails off and I nod, understanding.
"Why was your dad so dressed up? And he called me the freaking r-word," I furrow my eyebrows and scrunch my nose slightly.
"Almost every time I've ever seen him he's wearing a suit. And I know he called you that, that tells you what kind of person he is right there," he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.
"Why does he know where you live?" I wonder aloud. Grey lets a bitter, fake smile onto his lips.
"A couple years ago, I figured that since we were now both adults, we could talk things out. Turns out he's still a motherfucker and I guess he hasn't forgotten the address," he explains and I wince.
"I think you and I are just better off without our parents," I conclude and he allows a little smile onto his lips.
"I think you're right," he agrees.
"Especially since we can fuck whenever we want-"
"You just had to say that didn't you? I knew something like that was gonna come out of your mouth soon, you haven't said anything like it in like ten minutes," I pat his cheek, face not booty.
"C'mon," he stands and pulls me up with him. I furrow my eyebrows.
"Where are we going?"
"The kitchen," he answers. He drags me into the kitchen and I head to the fridge. I'm kinda hungry. I'm sure he is too considering this is where we are.
I bend down to the level of where the drawers are in the fridge and I examine the food items.
I'm about to eat real good.
Grey's presence suddenly appears behind me. Actually it doesn'tappearbehind me, Ifeelhim behind me.
I stand straight back up immediately and his wraps grip my hips, holding me against him.
So hornish.
He spins me in his arms and lifts me, placing me on the counter. He connects our lips urgently and he pulls away, lifting off my shirt.
"Grey? What are you doing?" I question once he grips the waistband of his Nike joggers.
"I'm about to strip for you," he answers like it's no big deal, meanwhile, I'm getting hot and bothered.
"Here? We're in the kitchen!"
"I'm horny," he places his lips along my jaw, pulling my body closer to him. I breathe heavier upon hearing the words and feeling his lips on my skin.
He suddenly tugs my pants off.
"Are we seriously going to do this here?" I question aloud.
"What? Would you rather do it on the dining room table?" He offers and my eyes widen.
"Our room is not even that far away," I explain to him but it appears to have gone over his head.
"Yeah. But this is hot; if you could see yourself right now," his eyes trail down my frame, "fuck."
"Hornish crackhead," I mumble almost inaudibly. He yanks my underwear off and I gasp in surprise.
