Page 41 of Lilah
"It's possible you tore it again," he rips it off like a bandaid, "especially with a quick movement like falling over a chair, unfortunately."
Like heck it's torn. Not again brother.
He moves his hand forward to touch my knee.
"Touch it, I dare you," I narrow my eyes at him, feeling Grey's eyes on me once again. Karter looks between me and Grey.
"What a match," he mumbles under his breath.
"Just let me sit for a bit and I'll be better in no time," I say unconvincingly.
"Lilah-"
"Lilah? Oh," Karter raises from his chair giving Grey a little look.
Grey glares harshly and Karter just walks through the doorway and into the kitchen.
"You can't wait out an ACL tear-"
"I can, and I will," I cut him off, crossing my arms stubbornly.
"Don't cut me off," he grumbles, narrowing his dark eyes.
"Now is not the time Sugar, I'm already fired up," I narrow my eyes right back knowing darn well he hates that name.
"Fuck off."
"I can't, I'm crippled you freaking crack head," I fire back and Karter laughs loudly from the kitchen.
Where did that come from?
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I open my eyes with a struggle. I remove my head from Grey's shoulder and hold back from wincing.
"You sleep like a fuckin' rock," he grumbles.
"How long was I asleep?" I question.
"An hour and a half," he replies unhappily. I'm actually surprised he let me lay on him for that long.
I look down and see a blanket draped over my lower half.
"Your ass was out," he clenches his jaw and I blow my cheeks out to keep them from blushing.
"It was a good sight wasn't it?" my eyes widen slightly at what just flew out of my mouth. From the corner of my eye, I see him turn to me. I turn to him and he's giving me a look.
"I'll tell you if you take the blanket off again," his face stays emotionless but his voice gets a tad deeper. My mouth goes dry and my heart speeds up. God, he confuses me.
I debate removing the blanket. I'm going wild.
I stick my hands down the blanket and fix my risen skirt before removing the blanket.
Karter enters the room. The blanket is thrown back over my legs.
I turn to see Grey glaring unhappily at him.
"Who fucked your shit up?" Karter motions to my busted lips. Those must be his favorite words.
