Chapter 30 Herb #2
"Hi, I'm Roman," he smiles down at her. She looks down shyly.
"I'm Abby," she answers.
"I miss you," Grey whispers and I look at his gorgeous face.
"I'm right here," I watch his lips as he runs his tongue over the corner of his mouth.
"We were just leaving," I add and Abby watches Grey and I's interaction.
His hand comes to rest on my thigh.
"You're going to scare Abby away," I tell him quietly.
"Why?"
"I told her you're the town crackhead and that you have eight kids," I smile.
"Of course you did," he doesn't act the least bit surprised.
"Hands to yourself, Sugar," I pick up his hand and move it off my leg.
"Abby, this isn't Herb. His actual name is Grey," I roll my eyes, "my half-ex-boyfriend."
"Ex?" he grumbles unhappily, a small glare on his face.
"So not a crackhead?" she smiles.
"Not technically," I shrug, turning to Roman, "and that's Roman, he has the hots for you. Sorry Roman, I didn't mean to say that."
Grey wraps his strong arm around my waist and he nearly yanks me closer to him like we would always sit before we got on our break.
I lay my head on his shoulder and his hand rides up my shirt slightly before he draws random shapes on my stomach with his thumb.
"Yeah, broken up my ass," Jai rolls his eyes, slightly eyeing Roman. I lean away from Grey and just slightly catch the sight of his jaw tensing unhappily.
"Wanna go get milkshakes?" the last time I asked someone this, it turned out terrible and I ended up with my feelings hurt. Ahem, Grey.
"Sure," she smiles, beginning to get out the booth. I don't blame her. If I didn't know the three guys around us, I'd feel crowded too. And nervous. And like a pimp.
Grey gets up and lets me slide out of the booth. Abby and I begin walking out but I'm pulled back by Grey's monstrous hand on my wrist.
He slides his hand down and interlocks our fingers, pulling me close to him.
"I thought milkshakes were our thing?" He leans down to me, pressing a kiss under my ear. I wipe the spot he kissed and place my fingers on his lips.
"Take your kiss back," I advise him and he looks unamused.
"And you never get milkshakes with me," I raise my eyebrow, "so it's not our thing."
"I want you back now," he grumbles and I pull away.
"I'll see you at home Grey," I fall back into step with Abby and we begin on the walk to Momma's Milkshakes.
"Do you call him a crackhead often?" she asks and I throw my head back in laughter.
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"I can't believe you Grey," I groan, turning on the bathtub and checking the water to make sure it's not too cold or too hot.
Grey looks at me hornish eyes. This man, I swear.
"Bear, control him please," I look at Bear who is completely covered in mud. We went to take him out for a walk and to get him to poop and Grey let go of the leash for what reason? There's probably not one.
It had just rained and there were mud puddles everywhere. Bear oh-so-smartly decided to roll in one. I kinda wanted to roll in one too but I refrained. And now he's gotta have a bath.
"Good luck," Grey mumbles, before trying to walk out. Uh, I think not.
"You best get back here," I warn him and he stops in the doorway, "we're both giving him a bath, not just me."
I should be making Grey give him a bath by himself but I kind of want to see how cute Bear looks with all his wet fur.
"He doesn't like baths," Grey turns around.
"Then we definitely need both of us," I step forward and grip his hand, pulling him back over to the bathtub.
Once the tub fills up, Grey picks up Bear and places him in the bathtub. Bear looks over at me like 'I'm going to jump out in point two seconds.'
And he does just that.
"Little shit," Grey rolls his eyes, looking at me. I smile.
"I can't run darling," I tilt my head happily. A minute later, Grey comes back with Bear up in his arms. He shuts the door behind him with his foot and he places Bear back in the tub.
"Stay," he tells him. I sit on the edge of the tub and pour water all over Bear's thick black fur. Grey just stands there.
"I swear Grey, you better get over here," I shake my head at him and he grumbles under his breath, sitting on the side too.
Bear shakes himself wildly and we're both soaked. My white shirt sticks to me and my light blue bra shows through my shirt.
Well gosh, darn it if Grey isn't getting quite the view at the moment.
I pour the doggy shampoo on Grey's hands and my own and we get to scrubbing. Bear continuously tries to get away from us.
He gives me the look again. Oh Lord.
He hops out the tub and with the door closed, there's really nowhere to go so he runs around the bathroom like a psychopath.
Standing, I fall on the slippery floor and silently thank Jesus that my knee didn't become an even bigger crackhead. My butt bone is broken though.
"You okay, Lilah?" Grey lifts me to my feet and Bear walks to me, licking me once on the arm before trying to find his escape once more.
"My butt's broken," I groan, rubbing my buttcheek.
Grey ignores the sentence only looking at me intently, his eyes darting between both of mine.
"Azalea, I'm sorry," he says suddenly, "I know I have to open up more to you and I promise I will. I get it now. I need you back."
I can't count how many times he's apologized but this time seems the most serious of all. And I think we've been apart for long enough. I miss it too.
"You have to promise to never, ever talk to me the way you did ever again," I tell him and he nods undoubtedly.
"I promise," he says without a beat.
I give him a small smile and I motion for him to come to me.
He walks into my arms, leaning down into the hug.
"I love you Grey."
"I love you."
What.
"You said what?" I pull away, confused. Did I hear something else? Was that voice Bear? Was it God's voice?
"I love you Azalea," he grips my chin and kisses me softly. I don't respond much, in shock.
"Kiss me back," he mumbles against my lips.
"You do love me?" I ask.
"I love you," he nods.
"How do you know?" I don't know why I can't just shut up and accept the fact.
"The way you make me feel. The fact that you're the only person I'd ever want to be with. The way I'm always thinking about you. I'd do anything for you."
"Would you eat molded cheese?" I gasp.
"If it came down to it," he nods and I almost get teary-eyed.
"Now I can say 'I love you' and you can say 'I love you too'," I grow really excited, slipping on the floor again but being caught by Grey.
My crackhead loves me. And I love my crackhead.
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"What happened that night?" I ask him and he lets out a quiet sigh.
"It's-it's just complicated and it's not anything that you did. I was just listening to things I shouldn't have been listening to," he tucks my hair behind my earn
I crawl over on his lap for my world-famous hug. I wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze him firmly but gently.
"I understand," I whisper. It isn't the whole story but if that's all for now, then I'm okay with it.
"There's still no excuse for me treating you the way I did," he pulls away slightly, kissing me softly.
I place my hand on his cheek, not buttcheek, and I turn my head just to deepen the kiss only a little bit.
He pulls me closer to his body and slides his hand up the back of my shirt. He rocks me forward a bit and groans quietly into the kiss. He gently tugs my shirt up and off my body, leaving me in only my bra and underwear.
"Fuck," he grips onto my hips. I look down to where he's looking. I spot Tubs, my food baby.
"Oh my gosh! It's Tubs," I place my hand on my stomach, although that's not where he was looking originally, that hornish man.
"Fuck, I love you," he groans, placing his head into my neck.
"And Tubs?"
"And Tubs," he confirms.
"Why am I almost naked?" I question and he pulls away, looking down at me.
"I don't know how that happened," he answers.
"Are you with me just for my body?" even though it's not that great. Or very good.
"Yeah," he says seriously but I know that he's joking by the way his eyes narrow in the slightest of bit.
"I'm only with you for that reason too," I nod, wrapping my arms back around him after pulling the covers up around us both.
"Wanna do under-the-cover smex?" I blurt and his eyes fade dark, "I kid."
"You kid?"
"I'm a virgin Mary," I lean my head on his chest, puffing out my cheeks.
"I know," his deep voice rumbles under me, "kinda."
"Kinda?" I furrow my eyebrows.
"My tongue went in yo-" I cut him off there.
"Excuse me sir, that's hush-hush information."
"And my fingers," he smirks. I squeeze my legs together just a bit and he notices. He notices everything because the crack he does heightens his senses, I'm sure of it.
"You're thinking about it," he says lowly.
"You don't know anything," I grumble and he hums. He pushes me down on my back and leans over me, propping himself up on his elbows.
"I feel like we're not equal. I'm half buck naked and you've got your clothes on," I chide. He sits up, taking his shirt off before lowering himself back down. His silver chain hangs down and I wrap my arm around his neck, pulling the chain back so it's not hanging between us.
I look over at his bicep and the tattoos that wrap around it. He presses himself down onto me like how we sleep and he kisses the side of my face.
He pulls the covers over us and Bear scratches at the door. Grey lets out a groan.
"Are you fuckin' kidding me?" he grumbles, getting up and opening the door, letting Bear in, and closing the door behind Bear.
He returns to me.
"I still don't have a shirt on," I remind him.
"I like the feeling," I feel his smirk against my neck.
"But I'm wearing a bra," I scrunch my nose. It's not really the most comfortable to sleep in a bra.
"Take it off," he shrugs. I reach around my back and unclip it. He leans off of me, letting me get it off and watching me like a pervert.
It's nothing he hasn't seen before.
"Fuck me," he mumbles before laying back on me.
"Woah, woah, woah," I stop him, "now isn't the time to be saying hornish things. We're trying to sleep."
"You're trying to sleep," he slides his hands down the front of me.
"You're trying to sleep with me," I scrunch my nose at him and he kisses my nose.
"You're not wrong," he flips us over.
"I love you," I kiss him softly, "ya hornish crackhead."
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Thank you for reading! I'm sorry that the updates have been irregular and not on time. For some reason things just aren't going according to plan like...what? Is going on?
Anywho, I hope you enjoyed this one!
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-Ashlyn M.