Page 70 of Lilah
He moves his knee and it bumps into mine, jerking it more than it has been moved in a while. I let out a little hiss.
"Fuck," he mumbles.
"It's okay," I assure him but his eyebrows are still drawn together. His jaw clenches and I realize how hard he is on himself.
I also realize that he used to do that really, really often. Especially when he would snap at me and I'd get upset.
He reallydoesn'tknow how to do this.
Does hewantme to kiss his cheek again? Because I definitely will to get his mind off of things.
Am I a horn-dog? For him, I guess I am.
"Do you like hugs?" I only slightly curse my blabbermouth. He opens his mouth only to close it a second later.
"Hm?" I hum after he doesn't answer.
"I don't know," he answers, his eyes softening. My heart turns heavy. He doesn't know. We're about to find out.
I have to hold back from wiggling in my seat excitedly.
I stand, grabbing onto him and pulling him up with me.
Standing it is.
He stands tensely in front of me. Poor thing.
"Relax," I say softly, placing my hands on his shoulders and slowly dragging them down his arms. He relaxes and I can hardly catch my breath at feeling his muscles on my fingertips.
His hands come around my waist before dropping very close to my behind. I gasp.
"Notfriendly," my voice raises an octave. His hands raise themselves back up and I calm my wildly beating heart.
I liked it but I shouldn't have.
"Do you know what friendly things are?" I question because I genuinely think that he doesn't.
"Not around you," he grumbles and I suck in a breath.
I fully step away from him to set up the hugging plan. He's taller than me byquitea bit.
I raise my arms and go in for the kill.
"Bend down, please," I murmur so that I can reach around his neck like I need to, unable to stand on my tippy toes.
He bends a little at the waist. Noticing his arms still down by his sides, I grab his hand and direct it around my torso. His other one follows.
He lets out a little huff before standing up straight and just lifting me up as he does it. I let out a surprised squeak as my feet dangle.
He holds onto me tightly and I bite my lip to keep the smile off of my face.
I think he needed this.
I have to pee.
After a couple of minutes, his arms loosen. One of his hand goes down to the back of my thigh as he lowers me back down carefully.
He keeps my injured leg off the ground with his hand until I'm fully standing on my other leg. Then, he lowers my hurt one.
