Page 294 of Lilah
"I'll pick your ass up so you ain't got a choice, Lilah," he gives my hand a tug.
I wish I was a freaking bodybuilder. One good time I just want to outpower him so bad. If I contact The Rock, I wonder what the chances are of him responding.
He brings me to the dresser.
"If you're about to open your underwear drawer and shove one over my head like you did that one time, I'm going to run away," I warn him.
"Like hell your lazy ass would run anywhere," he glances at me, a smile tugging at his lips.
"What is this? Make-fun-of-Azalea day?" I place my hands on my hips. I mean, even if my knee would allow me to run, he's right, I wouldn't but whatever.
"It's make-fun-of-Grey day every day for you, I think you can deal with this today," he nods.
"You're fixing to get got, you know that?" I roll up my invisible sleeves.
"Yeah?" he teases, rolling up his actual sleeves. I catch sight of a patch on his arm that looks like it's covered in saran wrap.
"What's that?" I question, looking up at him. He gives me one of his baby smiles. He removes the patch and I look at the new edition to his sleeve.
My heart beats wildly and my eyes automatically get watery. A single beautifully detailed azalea sits in the previously blankish space. Around the flower lies the leaves to it that go up and begin to wrap around the dead tree beside it. Where the leaves have wrapped around the dead tree, there have been lighter highlights added.
Where the leaves of the azalea touch the dead tree, the tree seems to come back to life.
"What're you crying for?" his voice questions softly.
"It's like you actually love me or something," I joke, wiping under my eyes.
"Well, you like it?" he asks, "I mean, that shit's permanent so even if you don't you're still gonna have to look at it, but do you like it?"
I love it.
I love him.
I love those Colby Jack cheese squares too- stop.
"I mean it's a commitment," he shrugs, looking down at his arm. His eyes remain happy. He loves the tattoo too.
"But shit, an even bigger commitment is dealing with your ass every day and guess what? I do that," he adds. I throw my head back and laugh at his ridiculousness.
"I love it," I smile at him happily, "I really do."
"Good. I have another thing for you," he winces back because he knows I'm about to slap his boob.
"Grey Alexander Kingston. This isn't fair," I cross my arms.
"I already have everything I want, I don't need anything," he shakes his head.
"Does it look like I care?" I raise my eyebrows. I grab his wallet off the top of the dresser. I bring it in front of me.
"Merry Christmas you butt," I hand his wallet to him. I'm such a great last-minute gift giver.
He opens the drawer that he keeps his freaking guns in.
"Your nosy ass. This is the only damn place that you wouldn't stumble upon it," he rolls his eyes and I watch him pull out a pretty large flat box.
I recognize the brand name on the box to be one I cannot pronounce because it's foreign and obviously expensive.
"No," I deadpan.
