Page 156 of Lilah

"Don't move your feet, just sway with me," I begin swaying and the freaking crackhead is stiff. I squeeze that booty of his.

"Stop being stiff."

"Well your hands are on my fucking ass," he mumbles and I chuckle evilly. I move his hands down to my butt. Now we're equal.

"You don't feel me being stiff, now do you?" I question.

"No one just touched my ass before you," he grumbles and I let a smile grow on my lips.

"And you think people have touched mine?" I tilt my head.

"They fuckin' better not have," he scowls.

"Look. You're swaying and not tense," I chime in, noticing how he's not being stiff and he's actually moving with me.

"I'm gonna step back, you step forward," I instruct.

"What fucking foot?"

"Um." I've never actually taught anyone how to slow dance. I kinda thought it was something everyone already knew.

"Your right one."

I grab one of his hands from my booty and I hold it up in a classic slow dance move. Then I let go of it because my eyes fall on his nice chest.

So I place my hand on his chest and he moves his hand back. I almost squeeze his peck but I refrain.

Gosh, he's strong.

"Now move your right foot to the right," I say softly and he does so. And then my heart swells when he presses a kiss to my temple.

I give him a few more instructions and tips and soon enough, he's got it down and we're slow dancing. And Bear is very jealous.

I sense an intruder when the front door opens suddenly and I expect Grey to pull away and react but he doesn't. And then I see Sanfred walk into sight.

"Aw, look at my parents," he says with a little smile on his face. IfeelGrey rolling his eyes.

Bear attacks him with love and jumps on him and everything.

"Grey, please. Your mammoth of a dog is going to make Bella jealous," Sanfred moves out of the way of Bear.

"C'mere Bear," I call him back over to us.

"Do you have a dog too?"

"Yes. And Bella won't come near me if she smells Bear on me."

"What kind of dog is she?"

"A dachshund-"

"Oh my gosh, you have a wiener dog?!" I squeal. I love those little weiners.

That's probably not what she said. Hush.

"Bella isnotawienerdog. She is a princess," he argues. Grey pulls away when I stop moving. I grab his butt and pull him back to me.

"Well-"