Page 223 of Lilah
Well, actually, I could understand why someone would want to remain strangers with him. His facial expressions hardly ever range from appearing mad.
"That's sweet," she smiles happily, moving her shoulders up in excitement. I move my eyes over to Grey's form where he sits watching me like I'm a steak dinner.
So sweet.
"This place is really nice," she looks around and I take a big sloppy bite of my cheeseburger. It hits the freaking spot. A drop of ketchup falls off the end of my burger and onto my chest, rolling down in between my gosh darn chesticles. She laughs at me and I look around for a napkin.
I catch Grey's eyes though. He holds his head down, his hand gripping onto his hair as he mouthes a curse word. Abby hands me a napkin and I take it gratefully, wiping the ketchup off my chest.
We resume eating and only a little while goes by before Abby gets quieter.
"Do you know those guys over there?" she nods her head to where Grey and Roman sit, looking directly over at us. Roman's trying to be less obvious about it but Grey has his freaking chair turned in the exact direction of me. Good Lord.
"I don't," I shake my head, furrowing my eyebrows like I don't know my crackhead who sits over there. She turns back toward them and Roman looks away, turning his head the opposite way of us but Grey, of course, continues to look at me, his bottom lip rolled into his mouth.
"I think the guy with the tattoos has a thing for you," she lightly pushes my arm, "he's gorgeous."
"Oh yeah, but Roma-the other guy was looking right atyou," I give her a smile and her eyes widen a bit.
"Really?" she questions, looking over at him shyly. I give her a nod.
'Stop it' I mouth to Grey and he shakes his head. I narrow my eyes at him and he tilts his head down, his eyes shining in amusement.
"He's the local crackhead, the one with tattoos," I tell Abby, turning back to her. Her eyes widen a bit.
"Really? I would've never thought. He looks really well-put-together," she tells me, tucking a dark strand of hair behind her ear.
"He does crack at night, not during the day," I shrug.
"Is he known around here for that?"
"Yep. His name is...what is it?" I try to think hard for a perfect name.
"His name's Herb."
"Oh wow."
"He's also got eight kids," I nod, sipping on my sweet tea to hold back my smile.
"He looks young to have that many," she says, exasperated.
"Well he had them all around the same time, but with different women," I make a yikes face.
"Does he wantyouto be his baby mama now?" She gasps, leaning forward to me.
"I think he does," I nod, "he's been looking at my goodies since I got here."
"Y'all would make beautiful babies though, on a serious not," she tells me honestly and my eyebrows raise on my forehead.
My phone dings and I peek at it.
'Stop fuckin staring at me' Grey's message reads.
I ignore the message and bite my cheek to keep the dumb smile off my face.
"He's got a nice phone for a crackhead," Abby speaks curiously and I let out a bark of laughter.
"That's because he sells crack too."
