Chapter 39 Flowers
?Azalea?
"His room isn't far from this one, I'll help you," he nods, standing up. The comforter falls off of him and I cover my eyes.
"Put clothes on, Lord help me," I whisper. He laughs at me, muttering a sorry for only sleeping in his boxers. I've already been through so much this morning I don't know how much more I can handle.
The only boxer-wearing man I like to look at is Grey. Mostly because he's nice and juicy. And because I love him and whatever.
"Okay, I'm good now," he tells me and I remove my hands from my eyes to see him with a pair of pajama pants on his lower half now.
We leave his room and go out on the search.
After searching two rooms and determining that the guys in them weren't Grey, we walk to the door at the very end of the hallway.
I walk to the bed and place my hand down on a butt accidentally.
I almost pull away but it feels familiar. And nice, of course.
I lean down and catch his scent. It's Grey.
"I found him, Oaklee!" I whisper excitedly. I walk back toward Oaklee and flick on the light. I don't care about waking Grey up. He'll get over it or I'll make him get over it. Because he's my b-word.
I look around our room and it's safe to say we got the master bedroom. The room is pretty huge. And at the end of the room, there's a balcony. I look at Grey who's still fast asleep on his stomach, facing away from us. I grip onto the coffee Oaklee was holding for me and I walk to Grey.
I sit the cup down on the table beside the bed and I climb onto Grey's back. Oaklee laughs from the doorway. Little does he know, I do this to Grey almost every morning.
"Wake up darling," I stick my finger in his neck, wiggling it. I know it tickles him. I laugh evilly internally.
He scrunches his shoulders up.
"I brought you a coffee Sugar," I tell him.
"Alright, y'all have fun," Oaklee tells us goodbye, closing the door on the way out.
"Get your gluteus maximus up. I want to watch the sunrise with you," I pat his shoulder. He tilts over and I fall off his back. He pulls me closer to him and lays his head on my chest.
"Oh and I slept with someone else," I tell him.
He jerks away from me and sits up quicker than I've ever seen him move in my life.
I'm not saying he's a lazy person because he's not.
He's just never in a rush to do anything.
I'm always go-go-go-go and he's always like stop-wait-a-effing-minute-god-darn-it.
"What?" he says lowly. His eyebrows furrow down almost into those stupid old glares he used to give me. I'll kiss him on the lips right now.
"I know right!" I sigh, shaking my head. I pick up his coffee.
"Here, c'mon, drink it so you will be happy," I hand it to him. He's never happy in the mornings. He looks at the coffee in my hand like I've poisoned it.
"Are you fucking serious?" he questions almost angrily. My eyebrows raise.
"Yes, I'm freaking serious," I reply. What the heck? Does he think he's not grumpy in the mornings? He needs coffee.
I roll my eyes and sit the coffee back down. If coffee won't make him happy then I guess a little hug/snuggle will have to do.
I scoot closer to him and he leans away from me.
"Get away from me," he glares. I lean back, tilt my head, and hold my heart.
"I swear if you're sleep talking again, don't be surprised if I slap you to get you out of it, okay?" I warn him.
"Azalea, I'm really about to cry," he says quietly. My heart falls. Why on earth?
"What?" I say softly, "Why?"
"You just fucking said you slept with someone else," he replies.
"I did, sleep with someone else. I don't even know which guy here it was yet," I shake my head, still not being able to believe myself.
"You cheated on me?" he says in the most hurt tone I've ever heard. My mouth drops open slightly.
"Of course not! Why would you think that? I'd never do that to you," I explain.
"You said you slept with someone else."
"Like sleeping, like closing your eyes and sleeping. I said I slept with someone else. Oh wait," I realize that I probably should've explained that first thing.
"Azalea," he groans and placing a pillow over his face.
"Oh yeah, that's my bad right there," I wince. He removes the pillow from his face.
"You can't say things like that. You need to think about what you say before you say it, oh my God," he grips his hair, running his hands through it.
"I'm sorry," I say sadly. I lean to him and he leans to me. He lays his head on my shoulder and I hug him to me.
"Were you really going to cry?" I ask softly. He doesn't respond. Only about ten seconds later does he just slightly nod his head.
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Freshly showered and feeling great, Grey and I walk out onto the balcony. I convinced him to watch the sunrise with me. He's still sad about earlier. And I feel absolutely terrible. Now he's very clingy and touchy since I accidentally made it sound like I cheated.
I made sure to apologize twenty times but I still can tell he's upset even thinking about getting cheated on.
"Holy guacamole! It's freezing cold out here! My nipples could cut diamonds Grey, don't look," I tell him and he looks.
I rush back inside and grab the comforter off the bed. I wrap it around Grey and he sits down in the chair we brought out from inside. He opens it up and I take a seat on his lap. He wraps his arms and the comforter around me and sits his chin on my shoulder.
"Online it says sunrise is around eight-thirty," I tell Grey. I found my phone. Apparently Grey had it since I left it in the car last night and he plugged it up for me.
We also figured out how we got separated.
I walked into the house first once it was unlocked and I laid down in the first room I could find.
Or I might've chosen that room because it is closest to the kitchen, I don't know.
Well, Grey came in with our bags and he got the master bedroom.
We were all really tired so Grey went straight to bed, on top of the covers, waiting for me to finish exploring like he thought I was doing.
I feel like the guy I slept in the same bed with did the same thing because when I felt his back and stomach, he was still wearing a flannel shirt.
At least it felt like flannel.
But I can't remember to save my life who was wearing flannel so it's still a mystery as to who it was.
Grey and I sit back and watch as the sky changes colors and the sun rises over the mountain range.
"It's so pretty, isn't it?" I question aloud, not expecting any sort of reply from Grey. He's not really one to sit back and enjoy nature's beauty. He's more the type that does what I tell him to because he's my b-word. I told him to come out here and watch the sunrise with me and he did.
"Love me?" he mumbles quietly. I smile softly, turning my head to look back at him.
"Always," I nod, "I love you."
"Lilah?" he questions. I hum in response.
"When do I ask you to marry me?" he questions softly and my whole heart stops beating. Is he serious?
"...Why?"
I can't fathom the reason why he would want to marry me. If that's why he asked that question. I still can't believe I'm dating him and now this?
"Why do you think?" he responds, amusement in his voice.
I might as well be honest in response to his first question.
"At least a year from now. Let us be together for a while just to make sure that this is what we really want, okay?
And I need to stop being a teenager before you ask me.
And when you ask, make sure I don't know you're going to ask," I tell him truthfully.
I look back to him to gauge his reaction to my words.
A small smile, his own little smile, sits on his lips as he looks back at me. Then he slowly nods.
"Okay," he says softly.
"You're crazy, I swear," I shake my head at him.
"Yeah, I'm crazy."
"You're the one who wants to marry me," I defend myself. It's crazy to want to marry me, in my opinion.
"You're the one who wants to marry me too," he replies. I pause. I bite back a smile. I do want to. But I'm not going to admit that to him. Not yet at least.
"What do you think about me getting a tattoo?" he questions and my eyebrows furrow. I open the comforter and take a look at his tattooed up arm that hangs loosely around me.
"Hm, Grey. I don't know. Are you sure you want a tattoo? I mean, you don't really have any so you might be scared to get one," I respond sarcastically and he rolls his eyes at me.
"Shut up."
He lifts his arm out of the comforter and he turns it over showing the narrow almost empty space beside the large dead tree on his forearm.
"Flowers," he mumbles.
"Flowers?" I question. That's surprising. Something alive on his death-themed arm sleeve.
"Alive flowers?" I question just to make sure he's not gonna put dead looking flowers on his arm.
"Fully alive ones," he nods, "Azaleas."
"Say what?"
"Azaleas," he repeats. The flower I was named after. Oh my gosh, he actually loves me or something.
Don't cry. There's no reason to cry so don't.
"Why are you about to cry?" he questions and I smile. I turn around on his lap and wrap my arms around him in one of my famous hugs.
"You make me happy," I explain and his arms tighten ever so slightly.
"You make me happy."
With the sun now fully up, I lead him back into the bedroom where we lay down and just hold each other for a bit. Neither of us falls back asleep, we just stay in each other's embrace.
Me in his embrace for a while then we switch and he's in my embrace. It goes on for probably an hour and a half.
I don't even worry about exploring the house or the fact that I could eat a horse at the moment.
Our door suddenly is thrown open. At this point, Grey is laying with his head on my chest so we are both able to look at who came in.
Theo and Oaklee.
"There's an indoor pool in this fuckin' house. Let's put that bitch to use," Oaklee calls out to us. Theo nods beside him enthusiastically. Oh yeah, I forgot Grey told us that a few days ago.
Too bad I can't mothertrucking swim.