Lilah

Chapter 7: Mistake

❀Azalea❀

I down the last bit of my milkshake, ignoring Grey's gaze.

Especially when it drips down my chin I know he's judging me.

But from the way he's looking at me when I finally make eye contact with him, it seems like he's not judging me but something else.

I'm not sure what it is though.

"Are you sure you don't want one? You look hungry," I say.

He licks his lips as I wipe my chin with my hand. See what I mean, he's hungry, I'm sure of it.

The corner of his lips turns up a bit.

His jaw clenches deliciously and my bottom lip rolls into my mouth. He bites his.

"God, stop Azalea," he says in a rushed tone, "stop."

"Stop what?" My head tilts on its own accord and I feel his leg bouncing up and down underneath the table.

"I'm sorry," I apologize. For what? I don't know. I release my lip and look around the place.

I feel a hand grab my leg under the narrow table.

"Don't fucking stop," he stares at me predatorily.

Before I can even blink, he throws a $20 on the table.

A twenty? Gosh darn, all the waiter did was ask what we wanted monotonously.

He shoots up from his seat and grabs my hand, pulling me with him.

With the large hinges and rotation controlling brace, post operation of my first surgery on my knee, it eases some pain.

I got it from my car after we stopped by Mr. Terrip's. I had left it in there after I went to the doctors one day and they told me I didn't need it anymore.

Now I need it again.

I try and keep up, as well as keeping my weight off the leg because even though it's an expensive, metal brace, it doesn't fix my problem.

"Grey, easy," I softly remind him but instead of stopping he turns to me and lifts me up.

"Grey," I gasp as he carries me across town square before turning down Red Street.

"Hush, Lilah," He shushes me planting a kiss on my neck.

I let out a shocked noise. Am I dreaming? I have to be.