Page 222 of Lilah

"Abby, huh?" Jai takes a seat across from us, "she cute?"

"She's very pretty," I nod and he nods too, a smirk on his face.

"Shit, I'm single now too, might have to do something with this girl," Grey grumbles, and I turn my whole body toward him.

"Donottry me Grey Alexander," I warn, "I will end you before you can even blink."

We're only haphazardly broken up. We can't get with another person. We just can't.

"I wouldn't do that, Lilah," he throws an arm around my neck, pulling me into him. He kisses the side of my head and I melt into him.

Oh wait, we're not together.

"You better not," I grumble, looking up at him. He looks down at me, our faces close. His lips part a little bit as his eyes search my lips.

"Kiss her," Jai whispers across the table. I pull away and Grey's jaw tenses as he sends Jai a scary glare. He raises his hands in surrender before deciding it's best to just get up and leave. I check my phone and see that it's one fifty-seven.

"Why don't you go over there," I point to a table across the floor, "and think about things because she'll be here any minute."

"One kiss," he says. I shake my head. There's no point in being broken up if you're still going to kiss the person.

He grips the front of my pants and slides me closer to him.

"Five days," he reminds me of how long it's been since I've let him kiss me.

"Then you should have never talked to me like I meant nothing," I raise an eyebrow.

"I know," he says defeatedly. In a flash, I place a swift kiss on his cheek.

"Now go," I shoo him away and he licks his lips before slowly getting up and mosying over to the table I pointed for him to go sit at.

Hardly two minutes after his nice booty sits in his seat, Abby joins me at our table. A guy Grey introduced to me as Roman now sits with him at his table, the two of them going through random files. Roman's the gun guy. The one with the gun in his butt. Or his pants, whatever.

Jai comes and takes our drink and food orders as we begin on a conversation about different things ranging from how many pillows we need to sleep with during the night to the name of her goldfish she had when she was fifteen.

We get our food and even while eating we chat.

"How's your boyfriend?" she questions, eating on her fries.

"We broke up," I smile and her eyes furrow. Oh, I smiled.

She's going to think I'm having a psychotic episode.

"And you're happy about it?" she questions. I laugh and shake my head.

"It's only temporary," I assure her but she still looks confused.

"Are you really confident about getting back together or is there something I'm missing?" she asks.

"Oh, I broke up with him, and I tell him when we're going to get back together," now saying it, it makes me sound totally and completely controlling. But that wasn't the situation.

"That sounded terrible," I admit, "it's more complex than that, I promise. I'm not mean to him. Our situation was just, that waswhat we needed and he understands that. I promise you I'm not mean to him."

Even though he won't stop bothering me and asking when I'll take him back and quote "kiss me on the lips again."

"Do you love him?" she questions before taking a sip of her drink.

"I do love him," I smile. It would be impossible to not be in love with him by now. I find it hard to believe that he's never been officially with someone before. Who would want to be strangers with him?