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Fuck.
I don’t want them to think I’m easily intimidated because I’m not, but I’m just on the right side of sane to know what battles I want to pick, and tonight, this isn’t one of them.
Offering a wide toothy smile, I flick my hair over my shoulder and turn right down the hallway to my room. I manage three steps when I notice the room next door is open and the smell of pizza instantly greets me.
Gray is sitting on a brown leather sofa, his feet propped up on the coffee table, with an open pizza box beside him. A video game is paused on the big screen, and I have to force myself to keep moving. But the second I do, I hear my name on his lips.
“Hey, Scar. You eaten yet?” I spin to face him, hands fidgeting nervously at my sides as my stomach grumbles again, giving him the answer he needs as he smirks. “Come on, sweet cheeks.”
My tongue runs over my bottom lip as I step into the room, appreciating the fact that the music seems to die down a little more in here from the bar. Rounding the sofa, I take the large slice of pizza from Gray and sink my teeth into the end of it.
Holy fucking shit.
I’m never going to run away and start a new life for myself, not if it means leaving this deliciousness behind.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” I groan around the food in my mouth.
“Only the best for the Ruthless.” He winks as he nods at the empty spot on the other side of the pizza box, and I take it, relaxing back into the leather as I take another bite.
“What kind is this?”
“Meat feast extreme. Pepperoni, meatballs, sausage, spicy beef, mushroom, and a garlic drizzle from Pepe’s downtown.”
I nod and I continue to devour the greasy goodness sent from God. The second I’m done, Gray offers me another, a smirk on his face that makes me squint at him in confusion.
“What?”
“Do you groan that good for dick too or is it just pizza?”
Shocked, I didn’t even realize I was fucking groaning to begin with. The way his head falls back as he laughs though, tells me he’s not mad about it. I can take the teasing if it means I get another slice, so I lean in a little closer, making sure my hand touches his as I take the offered slice.
“I groan for anything tasty, Gray. Especially if you whisper ‘I’m a good girl’.” Taking the pizza, I fall back in my seat, far too fucking pleased with myself as he gapes at me in surprise.
“You are something else, sweet cheeks,” he says with a smirk, and I wink.
“You’re right, but I’m out of groans for now. You’ll have to wait your turn. Right now, it’s just me and the pizza.”
Before I can even blink, Gray is reaching over the distance between us and grabbing my chin to force my gaze to his. “You’re playing with fire, Scar, and I like it.” His chest heaves as his pupils dilate and my heart races like crazy in my chest. Holy fuck. “But you need to eat, so I’m going to pause what it is I want to do to you… for now.”
This time, I have no response for him, not one, so I quickly stuff my mouth with pizza to stop from responding. He drops his hand from my face and I miss his touch instantly, almost considering something else I could say to bring him back to me, but the moment is broken when a girl walks in.
“Hey, Gray. Have you seen Emmett?”
“I haven’t, but I know when he finds you here, he’s going to be pissed, Emily.” There’s no humor in his tone as he assesses the girl. Her blonde hair is swept back off her face, tied high at the top of her head as she pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
She seems sweet. Far too sweet for a place like this.
Her gray eyes flash to mine for a brief moment, before she turns back to Gray and rolls them dramatically at him. “When are you guys going to remember I’m eighteen now,” she grumbles, adjusting her backpack on her shoulder as she purses her lips.
“Never,” Gray replies with a shrug, pulling his cell phone from his pocket as he smirks at her.
Throwing her arm down at her side to slap against her thigh, she turns her attention back to me. I feel like a deer caught in the headlights with the slice of pizza poised in front of my mouth, but not moving, as I watch the pair of them.
“Are all men like this?” she asks, nodding in Gray’s direction, and I shake my head as I clear my throat.
“No. Usually… they’re worse.”
Her brows pinch as her head rears back a little, and she finally assesses me from head to toe. Once she’s satisfied, her eyes meet mine once more.
