Chapter 10 Hugs #2
I place my hand on his cheek, just as he did to me. I press my lip against his opposite cheek, pushing his face closer to my lips with my hand.
Good gosh he smells like heaven.
My heart speeds up as I pull away and meet his eyes.
"Was that okay?" I question him and hardly any time passes before he's nodding, his eyes trained on my lips.
He moves his knee and it bumps into mine, jerking it more than it has been moved in a while. I let out a little hiss.
"Fuck," he mumbles.
"It's okay," I assure him but his eyebrows are still drawn together. His jaw clenches and I realize how hard he is on himself.
I also realize that he used to do that really, really often. Especially when he would snap at me and I'd get upset.
He really doesn't know how to do this.
Does he want me to kiss his cheek again? Because I definitely will to get his mind off of things.
Am I a horn-dog? For him, I guess I am.
"Do you like hugs?" I only slightly curse my blabbermouth. He opens his mouth only to close it a second later.
"Hm?" I hum after he doesn't answer.
"I don't know," he answers, his eyes softening. My heart turns heavy. He doesn't know. We're about to find out.
I have to hold back from wiggling in my seat excitedly.
I stand, grabbing onto him and pulling him up with me.
Standing it is.
He stands tensely in front of me. Poor thing.
"Relax," I say softly, placing my hands on his shoulders and slowly dragging them down his arms. He relaxes and I can hardly catch my breath at feeling his muscles on my fingertips.
His hands come around my waist before dropping very close to my behind. I gasp.
"Not friendly," my voice raises an octave. His hands raise themselves back up and I calm my wildly beating heart.
I liked it but I shouldn't have.
"Do you know what friendly things are?" I question because I genuinely think that he doesn't.
"Not around you," he grumbles and I suck in a breath.
I fully step away from him to set up the hugging plan. He's taller than me by quite a bit.
I raise my arms and go in for the kill.
"Bend down, please," I murmur so that I can reach around his neck like I need to, unable to stand on my tippy toes.
He bends a little at the waist. Noticing his arms still down by his sides, I grab his hand and direct it around my torso. His other one follows.
He lets out a little huff before standing up straight and just lifting me up as he does it. I let out a surprised squeak as my feet dangle.
He holds onto me tightly and I bite my lip to keep the smile off of my face.
I think he needed this.
I have to pee.
After a couple of minutes, his arms loosen. One of his hand goes down to the back of my thigh as he lowers me back down carefully.
He keeps my injured leg off the ground with his hand until I'm fully standing on my other leg. Then, he lowers my hurt one.
"Did you like that? There's another hug we can try," I tell him. He doesn't answer so I step forward and I wrap my arms around his strong torso in the hug form number two.
Holy freaking cow, he's a solid fella.
On his own this time, his arms wrap around me.
Am I a great teacher or what?
I pull away after a little while, he's slightly scowling at me. My eyebrows furrow. Did he not like that one?
"Why are you mad at me?" I question and he better be open with me or I won't hesitate to go through everything I called him yesterday. Jai's brother already got me fired up.
"I'm not," his eyes soften.
"Which one did you like better?"
"The first one," he grabs both of my hands, directing them back around his neck. A small blush heats up my cheeks.
"I wouldn't really try this hug on your guy friends," I advise him.
"I don't think you should try it on another guy either," he grumbles.
"Do you hug your guy friends?" I question, although I feel like I already know the answer. He doesn't necessarily seem like the hugging type.
He seems more like the if-you-touch-me-I'll-punch-you-directly-in-your-throat-type.
He steps away from me and he holds out his hand. Confusedly, I take it. He chest bumps me like the typical 'bro-shake' and I ricochet off his chest.
"You're too small," he mumbles and I squint my eyes. Too small my butt, I'll have him know that I'm the perfect fun size.
"You're too big," I grumble back to him, raising my head to see his bottom lip rolled into his mouth.
That's what she said. Stop.
I have to pee.
"Is there a bathroom anywhere around here?" I question, lowering my arms from around his neck, his eyebrows lower unhappily at my movements.
"Across the hall," he motions toward the door with a nod of his head.
I open the door and walk out into the hallway, closing the door behind me. I open the door right across from where I am and it's the same closet as before.
I open the door beside it and there's a pooper. I commence to tinkling. The bathroom is kinda plain.
After doing my business, I wash my hands and open the door. I walk out and the squeaking of shoes brings my attention to the person right at my side.
A tall guy stands beside me, looking down at me. He's kinda scary. A scar sits on his forehead and his dark green eyes bore into mine. Aw, his eyes are pretty.
"Sorry," I mumble getting out of his way. His calculated gaze stays on me. He must be intimidated by me, who wouldn't be? I could intimidate The Rock.
He walks past me and I look at his butt. I don't know why I look at everyone's butt but his is pretty nice.
A gun sticks out the back of his pants.
Oh dear Jesus Christ in a handbasket.
I quickly open the door to Grey's office before the gun guy turns around and sees me seeing his gun. He probably has eyes in the back of his head though.
For the first time, I notice a walkie-talkie at the end of his desk.
"Is that a walkie-talkie?" I gasp. Jake and I use to have those when we were little. We would go to opposite ends of the house and talk for hours.
We kept them for a long time. When I was sent to my room and not allowed to come out, he would always call me on that to talk.
He always made me feel better.
I wonder if Grey has it to call the chef whenever he wants to tell him that he wants food. That's something I would totally do.
I look up expecting to see Grey sitting at his desk but he's not. I look around the room like caveman Spongebob and he's not here.
The gun guy had to have kidnapped him. With quite a bit of difficulty though, because Grey is a bit bigger than the gun guy. Then again, he has a gun so.
I nearly poop my pants when the door behind me suddenly opens. Grey comes into view and I sigh in relief. Then a sweet tea comes into view as he closes the door behind him.
He hands it to me and I bite my lip to keep from smiling. He got this for me. He was actually listening when I was rambling off?
"Thank you," I say softly, releasing my lip before he sees it.
I basically chug the sweet tea. I can feel his eyes on me as I do. He's probably thirsty. I pull my lips away from the glass and catch my breath a bit. His dark eyes find mine.
"Thirsty?" I hold the glass out to him. He averts his gaze from me, closing his eyes, and clenching his amazing jaw.
My phone suddenly rings. I haven't heard that thing ring in a good year or so. No one ever calls me.
Grey scowls at the source of the loud noise.
I hurry and answer.
"Hello! I am calling about your car insurance policy!"
"Hi!" I say, quite frankly excited someone is calling me.
"It seems that your car insurance needs to be upgraded!"
"Does it? I didn't know it could be upgraded," I answer back and Grey narrows his eyes at me.
"Of course! We only want the best for our customers! Now all I need is your credit card number and everything will be fixed!" She says happily and I wince.
Does she even know my name?
"Well, I don't have a credit card-" I'm cut off when Grey grabs my phone from my hands.
"Why don't you fuck off?" He grumbles into the phone before he hangs up on the lady.
"I was having a nice little talk with her," I mumble and he turns to me, "she wanted to upgrade my car insurance."
"The number is from North Dakota."
Maybe that's where my insurance office is.
"I don't know where my car insurance place is," I furrow my eyebrows.
"Are you stupid? It's a fuckin' scam," He growls out and my mood falters. I thought he was getting better.
"I didn't know," I say quietly. How was I supposed to know it was a scam? I never get those calls.
He's right. I am stupid. She didn't even ask for my name.
"How do you even take care of yourself?" He grumbles, his face set harshly, his jaw locked.
I bend, placing my sweet tea on the floor. He watches me with a calculated and slightly confused look as I do.
I give him one last unhappy look before I open the door and walk out.
He really was doing well.
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See, there's definitely some sugar under all his sour. He just has a hard time maintaining his sugar-ness. Thanks for reading!
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-Ashlyn Montgomery