Page 106 of Lilah
"What's going on Azalea?" His jaw ticks as he searches for answers.
"Nothing," I avert my eyes away from his. He steps forward and tries to wrap his arms around me. Before they can touch my back, I step out of his reach.
"Why the fuck won't you let me touch you?" he grows frustrated and I only feel worse.
"Here, here, I'm sorry," I grab his arms and direct them to wrap around my very lower back.
His arms relax and I'm tenser than ever. Lord knows when Dad will come back.
"What is it, hm?" He hand reaches up and he brushes a wet strand behind my ear. I lean into his touch even though my mind tells me not to.
"Let me see you," I hear the want in his voice and I let him tilt my chin up to meet his eyes.
"You need to leave," I attempt one last time.
"Spend the night with me," he says, "come back with me."
I'm so selfish, aren't I?
"Grey, I cant. I'm sure there's some other girl that would love to though. I can't," my words hurt my heart.
Like that girl he kissed in the same room he kissed me in.
His eyes turn dark and he gives me a glare that I hadn't seen in a while.
"Bull-fucking-shit. You can. You're and adult. You can do what you fucking want to. Is your dad telling you shit? Your mom? I don't want some othergirlI wantyou,"he furrows his eyebrows. I'm hardly an adult.
"You fuckingknowI want you. Only you," he grumbles.
What am I supposed to say now?
"My Dad doesn't...he doesn'twantme to be around...um...you..." I struggle and he lets out a scoff.
"Fuck what he says."
"I can't," I say softly. I live under his roof. And I have no idea what he'd do to me if he found out that Grey was here and that I'd left with him.
His other hand begins raising on my back. I grab it before he can get too far up.
His jaw clenches.
"I haven't touched you all fucking week and when I finally have you in front of me, you barely let me," He grumbles out and I feel bad again, looking down at the ground.
He lets go of me and he slips his boots off. I watch him with slightly confused eyes as he walks over to my bed. He grips my hand suddenly and pulls me into his lap, facing him.
"Do youwantme to touch you?" he asks, his soft eyes traveling down to where my body meets his.
Of friggin course I do.
I give him a little nod and his hands come to rest on my thighs before trailing up and then going back down. He repeats the action in a soft soothing rub on my thighs.
"Just there, okay?" I make sure he won't touch my back again.
"Just here," he agrees softly and I let out a quiet hum.
His hands progressively trail a little bit higher and I rest my head on his chest. When his hands reach under my shirt and up onto my upper thighs he tilts me away from him.
He grabs the bottom of my shirt and before I can stop him with 'woah, I ain't got no britches on' he lifts it up.
