Page 89 of Lilah

I bend and her arms wrap around my neck. I stand straight up and her legs dangle.

Then, she raises her legs and wraps them around my torso. I tense at the feeling, not used to this position not being sexual.

Or sexy time as she fucking calls it.

She pulls away and just looks at me. I look back into those emerald green eyes of hers.

"I'll see you later, Grey," she scrunches her nose making a funny face, "try not to get headbutted again."

"Y'know what I mean? Like do this," she jerks her head to the left quickly, dodging an imaginary headbutt.

I walk to the driver side of her car, opening the door and sitting her in her seat.

"I'll try that," she still looks at me for a few seconds. I lean in and place a kiss on her forehead.

That's friendly, right?

I've gotta experiment sometime. I can't just fucking go on without touching her. The hugs are purely friendly. I'm not apurely friendlytype of guy even though she's got me hugging for the first time in my life.

"Good?" I question quietly, pulling away and leaning down to be closer to her. Her cheeks flush a light pink and my heart does a stupid fucking twitch.

What the fucking fuck.

She leans up and I feel her lips on my forehead. My eyes close at the feeling and my heart does something funny again. The fuck is going on with me?

"Goodnight Grey," she smiles, buckling her seatbelt. I back away and close her door still fucked up from her kiss.

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"What's with the face?" Jai questions as I walk back into the bar. He wipes down a table from the last customers that came in before we closed.

"Nothing," I mumble, clearing my face of whatever the emotion was on it. I walk into the back and to the room at the very end of the hall.

I close the door behind me and my eyes catch sight of the picture hung on the wall of all of us. I glance at Jake in the picture and run my hand through my hair.

DOA

Severed spinal cord.

I let out a harsh sigh and shake my head from the thoughts.

And she fucking blames herself. Not only did she have to live through the hell of seeing her dead brother's eyes open and staring at her when he was dead, but she fucking blames herself.

"Roman mentioned the chick in your office," Jonas claps my back and I feel my shoulders grow tense.

"Also said he'd seen her another time," a smirk reaches his lips.

"Is the bossman keeping around a fuck-budd-" I grab him by the collar of his shirt and slam him into the wall in front of me. I hear the guys on the couches jump up at the sudden loud noise and seeing him up against the wall.

"Shut thefuckup."

I take my hands off him with a jerk and turn around.

"Her tits aren't even shit anyway," he tries as a final blow.

Hearing someone talk about her like she's a piece of shit oddly sets me the fuck off. Before I even know it, my fist is flying at his face.

I don't stop. Not until they grab me and pull me off of him.