Page 75 of Lilah

"We should go somewhere," I tell him. I haven't been on a good little drive to anywhere in a long while. Although riding makes me nervous, the destination can always make me look forward to something.

"Don't you have a car?" he questions out before muttering a quiet curse.

Dad took away my keys last night. I was too scared to ask for them this morning. I had to walk here. At least it was a nice day today.

"I didn't mean it in a- that wasn't supposed to be...mean," he struggles and I let a small smile reach my lips at him.

"Let's go," he gives up, gripping my free hand. Little butterflies flutter in my belly. Mr. Terrip sees us walking out. He gives me a smile and a little wave. Crazy old man.

Grey opens the door for me and I'm a bit shocked. Who taught him that? He helps me a bit after I struggle to get my injured leg in the Jeep.

When his hand grazes my butt, I feel a little turned on. Stop.

I feel like it would be difficult if I was a guy. How do you stop a boner? When you get turned on, it shows.

I get turned on by looking at his hands, I'm thankful that I don't have a penis.

I'm not too sure he would be thankful if Ihadone. Or maybe he is. I hope not though.

"Do you like peepee? A little?" I ramble out. It sounds idiotic when it leaves my lips. I need to quit calling it a 'peepee'.

Before he can say anything, I rephrase my question.

"Do you like peters?" I think that's still really bad.

I finally look up at him. He's leaned against the side of my seat, the door wide open. His head is tilted back and to the side, his eyes watching me intensely.

He places his hand on the top of my seat and he steps forward before placing his other one on the space between me and the armrest console.

"You know I want to fuck you, right? Only you," he says and I intake a breath as his eyes dart down to my lips.

This is the furthest thing from friendly he could say. But gosh darn it if what he just said doesn't make me want to think unfriendly things right back.

"That answer your question?" I give him a nod, still in a bit of a trance. A little smirk graces his lips and I grow wings and fly to heaven.

He backs up and grips the seatbelt, pulling it across my body.

"Not friendly, was it?" he leans close to me as he clicks it in.

"No," I say a little breathlessly. His eyes return to mine before dropping down. His tattooed hand reaches up and takes my bottom lip away from my teeth. I didn't even notice I did that.

He shuts my door and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

Only you.

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I mentally trace the intricate designs of his tattoos before lifting my gaze to meet his cold, dark eyes as my mouth continues on its non-stop ramble. "Shut up," his deep voice startles me, stopping my consistent chatter.

"Sorry," I smile sheepishly as his cold stare burns through me.

I should consider hushing. The light turns green and he continues.

I'm not sure I've stopped talking our whole thirty minutes on the road. I don't even blame him for telling me to shut up.

"Sorry," he apologizes after a minute of silence which shocks me a bit.

"I was talking a lot, it's okay," I shrug my shoulder and he shakes his head.