Page 251 of Lilah
I sort of forgot Abby was coming today and I had told Grey that we had the whole day to ourselves. Now he's pouty. He's frowning and sitting his only-boxer-wearing self on our bed in protest.
Abby will be here any second.
"Unless you want Abby to see your goodies, I'd put clothes on," I warn him. He only raises his eyebrow like 'see if I care.'
Abby is a wonderful person and I trust her but she's not about to see all his goodies. I walk to the closet and grab him a pair of gray joggers and a shirt. I throw it at his head and he still doesn't move.
"Grey I'm going to throw you off a balcony."
I slap his thick thigh just because it was looking extra juicy. He grips onto my hand and pulls me onto his lap. The slap backfired.
He starts kissing my neck.
"Put clothes on," I mumble.
He bites my neck gently but with enough force to make me gasp.
I reach behind him and grab the shirt I threw at him. I suddenly lean back and yank it onto his head.
Bam sucker, you can't beat me at this game.
He doesn't take the shirt off but he does yank mine off.
"Excuse me sir," I sigh. I yank my shirt from his hand and putting it back on he grasps onto the buttons of my pants.
"Grey Alexander, I swear," I warn and there's a knock on the front door. I roll off of him and button my pants back.
"Put your clothes on!" I stomp my foot. He smirks.
"I'm going to open to door. When I see you next, you best have something else on your body," I point my finger at him and go to open the door.
Abby and I hug excitedly once I've opened the door and I invite her in. She comes in carrying three bags of makeup and possible clothing that she's going to wear for tonight.
"Is Grey working today?" she questions, noticing how his presence isn't in the same room as me like it usually is.
"No, he's here. He's acting like a donkey at the moment," I roll my eyes, a smile threatening to break out on my face.
From the corner of my eye, I see him moping down the hallway.
"Well hello darling, I'm happy you've decided to clothe yourself," I smile at him and Abby giggles.
He looks at me slightly scrunching his nose and mimicking my words to himself.
Abby and I make our way to me and Grey's room where we sit for a good hour and plan out what she should wear and do with her hair and makeup.
Grey called me twice asking when I was going to be done talking about bull-poop and come into the living room to effing "love him."
After Abby puts on her amazingly planned out outfit, I curl her hair for her and she does her own makeup. I'm not really one to know that much about makeup, not wearing that much myself.
My younger self tried the whole makeup thing. All the YouTubers couldn't even help me so I gave it up. Especially after one incident where I looked like a clown by accident and scared Jake.
I miss him.
She becomes finished up and we both stare at her in the mirror.
"I think you look marvelous," I smile.
"And you think it's good for the occasion? Not knowing what it is?" she questions nervously. I look at her black off-the-shoulder shirt and her light jeans. It may not be much but with the shirt tucked the way it is and it being nicely form-fitting, she looks classy and appropriate for any setting.
