Page 33 of Lilah

"Get me all riled up," his grip softens and so do his features.

"You're the one who started it," I give him a little shrug, biting my lip to keep a smile off my lips. His eyes dart down to them.

"Don't do that," he glares at my lips.

"Why," I crinkle my nose up at him.

"It turns me the fuck on, now quit it," he clenches his jaw and I release my lip as I feel my cheeks heat up.

Well, at least we have something in common. He turns me on with one look. Turn on? Goodness, I need a vacation.

He picks up the cherry moonshine and the peach one, handing them both to me.

"Leave," he grumbles, lifting me off the counter and setting me down on my feet.

Strong man, I like that.

I peek out the little window only to see it raining cats and dogs outside. That was the ghost I thought I heard, duh.

What a great time to not have my car, how fun is that?

"Um," I start, not knowing where to go from there.

"So like, you're just gonna love this, I don't have my car. Do you have a jacket or something I could borrow maybe?" I question.

He sends me a glare.

"No," he gives me a slight push out of the room and I'm back in the main part of the bar.

I let out a big sigh and head toward the door. This sucks major nuts.

I hold the cherry pie and peach moonshine close to me as I finally exit the bar.

The freezing rain hits my skin and I nearly go into shock.

I'm actually going to get hypothermia. Then, I'm going to blame it on Grey. And the next time he sees me, he'll hearallabout it.IfI make it out alive.

I begin my trek walking down Redstreet. I make it about five stores down from Grey's bar when I feel someone grab onto my shoulders.

I thought I was seriously being kidnapped for point three seconds, but it's all good.

He puts a sweatshirt over my head that smells exactly like him and I swoon into it. He lifts the hood over my head and pulls the bottom of it down as far as it will go to cover my bare legs.

I look up beside me and there is the one and only Grey Kingston. Darn if that rain doesn't make him look real nice.

"What are yo-"

"Just shut up," he grunts out and I do.

He leads me out to the parking lot and to the passenger side of a really nice tall, shiny, black Jeep Wrangler.

He opens the door for me and I climb inside with the help of a little push from him. After closing my door, he goes around to his side.

The time it takes him to do so, I take in the smell of him, which is the most greatest thing ever, and the overall cleanliness of the car.

He opens his side and my eyes catch sight of the shirt that oh-so-heavenly clings to his torso.

Good Lord Jesus. That's very nice. That's just, wow.