Page 100 of Lilah

"Thanks," I mumble against the towel and finally he actually wipes my face.

Is he even going to speak about sleeping literally right on top of me or no? But it's not like I'm bringing it up, I was "asleep."

I look at his butt. I raise my hand a slight bit to smack it but then I lower it back.

Ooh, I want to.

I put my hair up in a bun but halfway through twisting it my arms get tired and I have to lean over against the sink to rest my arms for a second. I have noodle arms.

I finish with my hair and look at myself in the mirror. Then I look at Grey who is looking at me in the mirror with a little smirk on his face.

"What?" I question, a little smile now on my face. He just shakes his head, rocking back on his heels. I take the extra hair tie on my wrist off and tie the back of his shirt so that it fits me better and doesn't drown me.

Once back in his room, I put on my brace with a long sigh. Grey doesn't make a move to put a shirt on and quite frankly, I'm glad. I could stare at his goodies all day long.

He opens his door and leads me out. I hear talking. A lot of talking.

"Grey, how many people are here?" I stress. He turns around and gives a one-shouldered shrug.

"Probably fifteen," my eyes widen and I shake my head, stopping in my tracks.

"I'm not going," I announce and he rolls his eyes.

"Don't act like your shy," he says, knowing I'm the furthest thing from shy. He grabs my hand but I plant my feet in the ground like that'll totally stop him from taking me anywhere.

"I'm not going," I repeat as if those are the only words I'm programmed to say. What would I even do in a room full of people who I don't know? I'd try to talk but they'd only ignore me like everyone else.

It's pretty much a given that they'll hate me. Everyone does. Grey did when he first met me. Probably still a little actually.

"Fine, stay there," he begins walking away and I smile a little in victory.

He gets a good four steps away before turning around and storming back toward me. I try to get away but I'm not all that fast considering my predicament in the knee region.

He grips onto my hand and begins pulling me. I dig my feet into the ground and that does one-hundred percent, absolutely nothing at all. So, I fall to the ground like a dead weight.

"God, you're a child," he grumbles and I, fully on my back, stare up at him. He lets go of my hand only to grab onto my non-injured leg and continue to drag me.

"Grey," I warn, "I swear if you drag me in there, I'll..."

"You'll what? Huh?"

"I'll dognap Bear," I speak my threat and he narrows his eyes at me. I bet a hundred dollars that it'd be the easiest dognap ever. He'd probably just follow me wherever and be happy and excited while doing it.

"I'm not scared of your threats, Lilah."

"Ooh, you should be," I warn him, "I'm a dangerous little person."

His grip loosens and I take that as my chance to escape. I turn over on my stomach quickly and use my little arm strength to grab onto the doorframes and drag myself back to his room. He grabs my foot and pulls me back, effectively riding up my shirt to right under my bra. He turns me back over and I'm laying there, my stomach all out and exposed.

"Now look," I motion toward my stomach and his eyes look there, "you've gone and got my belly button cold."

I lower my shirt back down and he raises it back. I get goosebumps and they're kind of obvious, which isfantastic.

"What's that?" he points to the scar on my ribs where I had surgery on the stupid things.

"A scar."

"No shit."