He chuckled. “Don’t panic, Flower. It’s not an engagement ring—yet.” He winked as he opened the box.
I gasped. In it was a dainty silver ring. In its center was a large sapphire with two more petite sapphires next to it. It sparkled, the sun filtering through from the trees above, illuminating the gorgeous gems that probably cost a fortune.
“Happy Birthday, Lena,” he smiled with flushed cheeks.
“Silas…” I breathed as I studied it. “It’s beautiful…but I can’t accept it.” I met his eyes. “I told you I don’t like you spending money on me.”
“Well, technically, I didn’t spend the money,” he grinned. “I told Mother about your birthday and how I wanted to get you jewelry, and she showed me this ring of hers.”
“It was your mother’s?” I asked with wide eyes.
“Yes, do you like it?”
I stared back at the ring in shock, unable to move.
He rubbed the back of his neck. “If you don’t, I plan on getting you plenty of jewelry over the years. Just let me know what you like and—”
I hurled myself at him, hugging him tightly and knocking us both flat to the ground. He gave a winded laugh and looked at me with delight.
“As if I would dislike anything you would give me.” I nudged him as I smooched his cheek. I sat up, and he placed the ring on my right ring finger.
I beamed at him. “A perfect fit.”
“Like it was meant to be,” he murmured.
I sighed. “My gift is not as good as what you gave me.”
“I told you before, your company is all I could ever desire.”
I bit my lip as I reached into my bag and pulled out a feathered pen and ink.
Silas blinked.
“A…quill.” I gave Silas an embarrassed smile.
To that, he burst out laughing, and the sight warmed my cheeks. “This is great,” he chuckled, retrieving the items from my hand.
“It was before I knew why you picked Quill—I thought maybe you were a…pen lover or something,” I mumbled.
“Well, I do love anything you get me, so I suppose that does make me a pen lover.”
“Pfft.” I laid back on his lap, and he placed the items beside him and continued stroking my hair. I purposely rubbed my head against his groin, looking up at him as he inhaled deeply.
He gave me his lazy smile. “What are you up to, Flower?” he asked slowly.
I smirked and flipped over so I was lying between his thighs. I went to unbutton his pants, and his hand gently stopped me.
“What if someone sees?” he whispered.
“Are you scared, Quill?” I teased.
He bit his lip to hold back his smile, then released me from his grip. I grinned as I resumed unbuttoning his pants, pulled down the zipper, and pulled his length out, trying not to flush as I held it and looked at him again.
We had slept together every time we met since I found out who he was, before training when I knew Mother was out, save for today. Mother relieved me of my delivery duties in honor of my birthday, so we went to the forest first thing this morning. No training today, and no sex yet.
I still hadn’t put my mouth on him. I wanted to, but the fear of doing a poor job prevented me. But I couldn’t hold back any longer. And what better time?
I dragged my bottom lip through my teeth. Silas's eyes darkened, and he stroked my cheek with his thumb. It was rather risky attempting this in the woods.
