Page 154 of Lilah
"What is it?" he holds me to his chest as his hand rubs my back soothingly.
"I'm having a mental breakdown," I tell him truthfully.
"I'm sorry about my dad," I whisper. He lifts my chin up to him.
"I don't want to hear it," he says sternly.
"That's enough," he wipes my damp cheeks.
"Don't be sorry about anything. Nothing is your fault," he adds.
"Is it 'cause I'm an ugly crier?" I sniffle.
"Shut up, you could never be ugly," he grumbles.I bet I could prove him wrong.
"Do you think I'm an unlucky person or it's just karma?" I question quietly.
"It wouldn't be karma because you never fucking did anything in the first place," he drills into me sternly.
"And so what if you're unlucky? I'm lucky as fuck, I've got enough luck for the both of us," he places a slow kiss on my lips, one that makes my heart speed up.
"Everything happens for a reason," I remind myself softly and he nods, tucking my hair behind my ear.
"Would a tattoo on your forehead hurt? I'm thinking about getting one there that says 'I'm sorry you have to hear me talk', what color should I get it done in, blac-"
It's wild how quickly he can cheer me up just by being near me.
"Shut up."
"See, exactly what I mean. I'm sorry you have to hear me talk. I could get another one on my chin that says 'ignore me'," I explain.
"Oh! I've got a good one. This one I can get under my eyes like Post Malone and it'll say, 'Turn off your hearing aids old people,' that's a good one," I can imagine it now.
That's a lot of words on my face though.
I look up to see him scowling right back at me.
"I'm sorr-"
"Stop saying that," he grumbles and I internally say I'm sorry. Suck it.
"Did it hurt," when you fell from heaven, "when you got all these tattoos?"
"Some," he says and I sigh.
"Have you ever thought of getting one on your forehead?"
"One that says leave me the fuck alone," he mumbles. Is he kidding or no?
"That would fit you," I smile.
"Get your ass in your car," he lightly pushes me away and I laugh at him.
"Come home with me," he opens my door for me and watches as I climb in the driver side. Home?
Hishome, he meant.
"Aw. Do you like spending time with me?" I lean up and kiss his cheek as he hands me my seatbelt. He leans into me and I kiss it again before he pulls away.
