Chapter 39 Flowers #2
"Oh, and the food's cooked downstairs so eat," Theo mentions.
They shut the door with smiles on their faces and I sit up. I roll off the bed and bend down to get my bathing suit out of my suitcase. Then I get Grey's, of course, black colored swim trunks out of his suitcase.
"Come on, put them on," I throw them at him. He sighs and gets up slowly.
"I gotta piss-"
"Excuse me?" I raise my eyebrow at him and he pauses at the doorway to the bathroom.
"My bad, Lilah. I gotta tinkle babe," he shoots me a look before going in, not even closing the door or anything.
I strip and put on my light blue two-piece bathing suit. It's tied in the front even though you can't untie it and the rest is normal. I stand up on the bed and look in the large mirror that's directly across from it.
The scar on my ribs immediately catches my attention. It's especially noticeable during the winter when I'm paler than normal. Then my eyes fall down to the scars on my leg. They're horrid. And all around are smaller but still noticeable scars from the glass and the impact of the crash.
I sigh and plop down on the bed, slipping under the covers to hide myself from the mirror.
Grey comes out of the bathroom looking as gorgeous and as confident as ever with his juicy thighs and toned muscles.
"What're you doing?" He questions me.
"Wallowing in self-pity," I mumble as he comes closer. Gosh he just looks so good. He rips the covers off me and tosses them to the other side of the bed.
"Why?" He asks.
I look down at myself. Then I point to the huge scar on my rib that is exceptionally visible. His eyes travel slowly to where I'm pointing.
"What about it?"
Then I point to every other one, which is a lot and his eyes never stray from mine.
"What about them?" He questions almost daring me to say I think they look horrid.
I turn my head away from him, looking out the balcony at the mountains. He grips my jaw with his whole gargantuan hand and turns it back to him.
He leans down and kisses me harshly.
"Beautiful," he pulls away, "you're so beautiful."
"Now come on before I decide to fuck you instead of going swimming," he grips onto my hand and helps me up. Vulgar man.
He picks up one of his t-shirts and he throws it at my face.
"Put that on 'cause you turn me on too easily," he mumbles. I pull the oversized shirt over my hand and he grips my hand as soon as I'm done.
"Where even is the pool?" I question. I know it's indoors because hello this is Montana but I'm not sure where since I never got to explore.
"Over yonder," he shrugs. Great answer.
"Oh okay, now I know exactly where it is, thanks so much love," I say sarcastically, patting his booty. He decides to ignore my comment as we make it down to the kitchen.
He slaps my butt as hard as ever and the sound just resounds throughout the house, I'm sure.
"Goddamn, I heard that," Lincoln says as he exits the room I came out of earlier this morning. Oh Lord, I slept with Linc.
I melt down to the floor and mourn over the loss of my buttcheek. When I start getting feeling back in it, I rise back up and take a seat at one of the tall stools at the kitchen island.
"See what I have to deal with?" I question Lincoln and he nods.
"I feel bad for you," he gives me a smile.
"You should feel bad for me," Grey grumbles in disagreement.
"You don't know what you're talking about," I tilt my head over at him.
"You make my hair gray," he sets his chin on his hand, his dark eyes focused on me.
"I do not! You make my hair gray because you make me want to strangle you sometimes," I flick his hand.
"You're the one who talks my ears off."
"Oh yeah? Well you're the one who just apparently needs to be babied when you're sick," I scrunch my nose at him. Gosh he's the biggest baby in the world.
"You're the one who leaves your damn hair all over the place."
"Listen here, hoss. I can't even help that! And you love to leave the stupid toilet seat up in the middle of the night. I've almost fallen in because of you!" I point at him.
"You don't know how to keep your fuckin' frozen feet off of me during the night."
"You're always warm you donkey! At least I don't snore!" I raise my eyebrow at his gorgeous face.
"Oh, bullshit. Your ass snores every now and then. And unlike you, I don't find it fun to watch the comedy movies you make me watch."
I scoot my stool closer to him and he watches me come closer.
"At least I don't watch the world's scariest freaking movies and find amusement in them like you," I narrow my eyes at him.
"You love your flowers more than you love me," he turns his head away from me, hiding his sulky expression.
"Not true! You're just saying that because I always make you get up off me in the morning so I can go water them. And you don't like fixing yourself coffee so you always get me to do it by saying you don't know what to do, even though you do."
"That's 'cause you make it better than me," he turns his head back to me, "you don't like making it for me?"
His eyes flit between both of mine. I tilt my head low and give him a soft smile.
"I'm just teasing, I don't mind it."
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"I'm scared," I admit, looking down at the heated pool in front of me. The past hour, I've sat with my feet in the water, watching all the guys have fun in the pool.
Now just recently, they've all gotten out to get lunch and do other things.
They all tried to coax me into the pool but I'd rather just sit and watch everyone have fun. But now that they're all gone, I have no excuse to keep me from getting in other than 'I don't want to.'
"You think I'm gonna sit here and let you fuckin' drown or some shit?" he rolls his eyes.
"Come on," his voice turns softer, "I've got you Lilah."
"What if you accidentally forget I can't swim and you let me go and I sink like a rock?" I come up with probably the most realistic question in the world.
"I won't let anything bad ever happen to you, okay?" he gives me one of his baby smiles. I sigh softly and pull off the t-shirt I have on. I sit it on one of the chairs by the pool and I walk to the stairs. Grey grips onto my hand firmly and doesn't let go as I walk into the pool.
"Not so bad," he tucks my hair behind my ear as I still cling to him even though we're in the three-foot part of the pool.
We walk a little deeper and I cling tighter.
"What would happen if I peed in the pool?" I question aloud. He sighs softly.
"I'd feel the water turn warmer beside my fucking legs."
"It's not like I'd actually do it," I tell him.
"I wouldn't put it past you," he grumbles.
"Lean back," he tells me and I shake my head rapidly.
"No ma'am."
"Shit ass," he grumbles under his breath.
He bends quicks and hooks his arms under my legs. I close my eyes like the scaredy cat I am.
He lays me flat on the way, holding his hands under me. I'm stiff as a board.
"Relax," he touches his hand to the top of my chest and I get a little turned on. I peep open one eye and give him a little smirk to which he rolls his eyes at.
"I can't relax, I feel like I'm going to sink like the Titanic," I breathe out slowly.
"Worst case scenario, you sink but you'll only stay under for a bit 'cause I'll get you," he shrugs like what he said isn't a big deal.
"That's exactly what I'm scared of! You're helping my situation zero percent!" I squint my eyes tighter closed.
He places his hand under my shoulder blades and pushes it up slightly. He raises my legs up to the surface of the water and before I can even start to say anything, he lets go of me.
I almost pee in this pool. I remain calm but on the inside I'm having a heart attack.
"Look at you," his amused voice sounds muffled since there's water in my freaking ears.
"So brave, aren't you?" He continues and I internally give him the middle finger. I'm too scared to move. And I'm not sure if I've taken a breath since he's let go of me.
"You want me to grab you?" He questions and I still don't move. I feel like if I move a muscle, I'll sink.
"Lilah? You know you can stand up here, right?" He questions quietly and my eyes open. From the corner of my eye, I see we're not very far from the ladder in the three-foot part of the pool.
I must've floated back here.
I let my leg sink down and I stand up. Grey looks down at me like he's silently making fun of me.
"Don't make fun of me you boob."
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I'm gonna be honest, I've had a rough day. I'm sure y'all know how rough days are. After going back and reading some previous comments on this story, I decided to finish this chapter (which had been halfway done for four days). So don't thank me for this one, I want to thank y'all <3
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-Ashlyn Montgomery