Page 186 of Lilah

"This is a fuckin' date don't fight with me," he says like he's an expert on date-going or having, whatever.

"Bear, eat his taco," I whisper over to Bear and he only wags his tail and licks my nose.

"How's your face?" He mumbles.

What a darling way to ask that.

"It's okay," I spill part of my taco on my shirt and groan. Of course that would happen to me.

My phone rings and my eyebrows furrow. I answer it and even Grey is confused as to who is calling me.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Azalea, can you please come home? I really would like to talk to you," mom's voice travels through the phone.

"Oh. Yeah, sure. I'll be there in a little bit," I mumble softly and hang up. What would she want to talk about?

"Are you ditching me?" He says dryly from beside me.

"Yes, my boss at the strippery says I need to work tonight," I lean to him and kiss his cheek.

"What the fuck was that?"

"My boss at the strip club?" I question, figuring that'd be what he was confused about.

He grips my jaw and pulls me close to him.

"On the lips," he demands and I bite back a smile before leaning forward and kissing his lips. I go to pull away but he just pulls me onto his lap.

Two minutes later here I still am, on his lap but with his fingers buried in my pants, my head resting in his neck trying not to faint, and him doing the thing he does.

"I want my face in between your legs," he says lowly, biting my ear and I'm sent over the edge. Like Iwasn'tat the store since we got interrupted.

He wants his what, where?!

"There you go," he says softly, kissing my temple and I gather myself.

And to think he used to hate everything about me.

I wiggle off his lap and only catch a small glimpse of his glistening fingers. I stand on wobbly legs and watch as Grey slips his middle finger into his mouth just like he's licking off Cheeto dust or something.

I need to have a church session in my car.

I straighten my skirt and take a deep breath.

"I'll see you later," my voice raises only a bit and he gives me a once over.

I walk out of there with still wobbly legs.

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Walking up to the front door, I'm nervous.

What's mom gonna say to me?

I haven't stepped foot in this house since what Dad did, am I gonna get sad or what?

I open the door and walk in. My heart soars when I see no sign of alcohol. I spot her sitting on the light brown couch in our living room.