Nothing to lose

Chapter 11: Mia

"Was that the last box?" I asked Grey as he placed it in the living room amongst the others.

"Yup. The very last one, and thank god. It's hot, and I'm beat." He looked around the apartment. "I can't believe we managed to carry all of this in your truck."

I smiled, feeling good about my new ride. My dad passed down his Chevy Silverado to me. It was a few years old with a decent amount of mileage, and it's in my favorite color, gray. Yes, it was a coincidence that my favorite color just so happens to be my nickname for my best friend.

Anyways, Dad had brought this truck brand new, and he promised me that if I wanted to have it for college, I could take it if I got my license by then and proved that I was a safe driver. I've had my license for about three months now, and I've been deemed the "safest of safe drivers." And yes, I was super proud of my title. I mentally patted myself on the back.

"Admit it. My truck is awesome."

Leaning against the wall with his hands crossed, Grey rolled his eyes. "I would never disrespect my bike like that."

"You mean the same bike that you can't drive when it rains?" I pointed out. "Or snows, or when it gets cold or..." I could have gone on and on, but then Grey pushed himself off the wall and strode towards me.

I took a few steps back, and my eyes darted all across the room. I didn't like that look in his eyes. Grey was radiating pure mischief.

This was what I got for teasing him about his baby, which happened to be an impractical mode of transportation, considering it was his only mode of transportation the majority of the time. I mean, it's not like all the stuff I listed wasn't true. They were, but Grey liked to pretend otherwise.

I saw one tip of his mouth twitch as he held back a smirk. Crap. I wanted to make a run for it.

But I really didn't have very far to run from here. Grey would catch me no matter which direction I took off in. One, because he was naturally faster than I am, and two, I was literally in a corner.

So let me say this again... Crap!

"Bet you're thinking about apologizing right now," Grey said, stopping a few feet away from me.

I bit my bottom lip in contemplation. Then I shook my head no.

He raised an eyebrow. "Hmm. So what are you thinking then?"

My eyes cut to the hallway that would take to me to my bedroom.

"You want to make a run for it?" Grey's eyes narrowed. "Okay, I'll give you a head start, but if you lose, I'll definitely be getting that apology out of you." He gave me a smug grin.

I frowned.

"1... 2..." I launched into an all-out sprint. "3..." My hand was so close to the doorknob... "4..."

Was Grey going to let me make it? I thought, but then, I felt my feet lift off the ground as his hands wrapped around my midsection. "10." he whispered in my ear, and I felt his hands skim across my stomach before he began his tickle assault. I squealed loudly.

I hated being ticklish. I hated being ticklish. I hated being ticklish!

"Grey... Grey... Please!" All my words came out breathy. I fought in vain to break free from him. "...I'm sorry... Your bike is awesome! I take it all back!" I practically shouted.

He paused, "What was that?" I could hear how satisfied he was with himself.

So I refused to respond.

"Mia..."

You think I would learn from my mistakes.

He poked my side, and I erupted into giggles again. Damn it.