Page 288 of Lilah
"You said you slept with someone else."
"Like sleeping, like closing your eyes and sleeping. I said Isleptwith someone else. Oh wait," I realize that I probably should've explained that first thing.
"Azalea," he groans and placing a pillow over his face.
"Oh yeah, that's my bad right there," I wince. He removes the pillow from his face.
"You can't say things like that. You need to think about what you say before you say it, oh my God," he grips his hair, running his hands through it.
"I'm sorry," I say sadly. I lean to him and he leans to me. He lays his head on my shoulder and I hug him to me.
"Were you really going to cry?" I ask softly. He doesn't respond. Only about ten seconds later does he just slightly nod his head.
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Freshly showered and feeling great, Grey and I walk out onto the balcony. I convinced him to watch the sunrise with me. He'sstill sad about earlier. And I feel absolutely terrible. Now he's very clingy and touchy since I accidentally made it sound like I cheated.
I made sure to apologize twenty times but I still can tell he's upset even thinking about getting cheated on.
"Holy guacamole! It's freezing cold out here! My nipples could cut diamonds Grey, don't look," I tell him and he looks.
I rush back inside and grab the comforter off the bed. I wrap it around Grey and he sits down in the chair we brought out from inside. He opens it up and I take a seat on his lap. He wraps his arms and the comforter around me and sits his chin on my shoulder.
"Online it says sunrise is around eight-thirty," I tell Grey. I found my phone. Apparently Grey had it since I left it in the car last night and he plugged it up for me.
We also figured out how we got separated.
I walked into the house first once it was unlocked and I laid down in the first room I could find. Or I might've chosen that room because it is closest to the kitchen, I don't know. Well, Grey came in with our bags and he got the master bedroom. We were all really tired so Grey went straight to bed, on top of the covers, waiting for me to finish exploring like he thought I was doing.
I feel like the guy I slept in the same bed with did the same thing because when I felt his back and stomach, he was still wearing a flannel shirt.
At least it felt like flannel.
But I can't remember to save my life who was wearing flannel so it's still a mystery as to who it was.
Grey and I sit back and watch as the sky changes colors and the sun rises over the mountain range.
"It's so pretty, isn't it?" I question aloud, not expecting any sort of reply from Grey. He's not really one to sit back and enjoy nature's beauty. He's more the type that does what I tell him tobecause he's my b-word. I told him to come out here and watch the sunrise with me and he did.
"Love me?" he mumbles quietly. I smile softly, turning my head to look back at him.
"Always," I nod, "I love you."
"Lilah?" he questions. I hum in response.
"When do I ask you to marry me?" he questions softly and my whole heart stops beating. Is he serious?
"...Why?"
I can't fathom the reason why he would want to marry me. If that's why he asked that question. I still can't believe I'm dating him and now this?
"Why do you think?" he responds, amusement in his voice.
I might as well be honest in response to his first question.
"At least a year from now. Let us be together for a while just to make sure that this is what we really want, okay? And I need to stop being a teenager before you ask me. And when you ask, make sure I don't know you're going to ask," I tell him truthfully. I look back to him to gauge his reaction to my words.
A small smile, his own little smile, sits on his lips as he looks back at me. Then he slowly nods.
