But his attention isn’t on me at all, as he stares out at the trees. I follow his line of sight to the small break in the woods that opens towards the hollow heart field.
“It wasn’t supposed to rain this much,” he says, and I feel the tension rolling off him.
I nod, bringing my attention back to him. But he continues staring at the opening to the field, biting his lip and picking at his thumb.
“Hey,” I say, nudging him so he looks at me.
His eyes are full of worry, and I give him a soft smile to try to take some of it away. “It’s alright. We have a plan,” I say.
“But the stress zone holds onto water after heavy rain,” he says as his eyes slide past me again. “This can fuck everything up. This can?—”
“Si,” I say, stepping forward and lifting my hand to the side of his face, turning him to face me. “This is exactly why we mapped it out the way we did. We planted with these stressors in mind. Rain doesn’t erase all of that.”
His jaw shifts as he bites the inside of his cheek, and my gaze drops to take in the movement before meeting his eyes again.
“Do you trust me?” I ask.
His chest rises and falls, and I feel some of the tension release with his breath as he nods.
I smile. “Good. Now let’s go inside. I’m fucking soaked.”
Silas drops his eyes to my wet hoodie like it’s personally offended him, then turns and pushes the cabin door open.
I chuckle as I step in after him, and Winston slips in before me.
I pull my hoodie off and hang it on the hook by the door as I look around, and a warm feeling settles in my chest.
This place is pure Silas.
Simple, rustic, minimal, and just how I remember it.
The exposed wooden beams and creaky floor are the same as they’ve always been, and it’s clear that he's fixed it up just enough to live in and be comfortable. The old wood stove still sits in the corner, and the walls are bare like they always have been. He has a couch and an armchair in the living room, which opens to the kitchen, where there’s a small table with two chairs. His drawing supplies are scattered over the top of the table, and it’s the only real sign that this place is his.
Winston’s fluffy tail disappears down the short hallway as he sniffs around, and I see his bed and a side table in the bedroom.
“Could use some art on the walls,” I say with a chuckle, doing another sweep of the place before I turn to Silas again.
He stands near the front window in the living room, still picking at his thumb as he looks out at the rain. “Hm,” he hums as he turns to face me, and I’m not sure he even heard me.
I step towards him, sliding my hands onto his hips and looking into his eyes.
“I promise it will be ok,” I say.
And I fully believe that. In every way.
Silas holds my gaze for a moment before he nods, and I lean in until my lips find his. His arms lift to wrap around me, and I step in closer, pressing my body to his as I pull him into me.
The rain on the roof offers a soothing backdrop, despite the stress it’s bringing Silas, and our kiss deepens as I feel his mind slip further away from the rain and closer to me. I give him everything I have as an urge rises to make him feel comfortable, at ease, and…good.
My hands slide down to his lower back, and I pull his hips into mine, the contact sending a surge of heat through me. Myheart thumps as I kiss him harder, feeling his tongue against mine and my hardening cock pressed to his. And as my hands slip under the hem of his T-shirt and run along the waistband of his jeans, his breath hitches.
I want to do this more than anything right now. But… I have no idea what I’m doing. Or how to actually do this.
Our lips part as my fingers brush over his belt, and I pull back enough to look into his eyes. His breaths are heavy as his eyes flick between mine, and I gently run my fingers over his belt again.
“Do you want this?” I ask.
Silas releases a slow breath, and my entire body feels like it’s a fucking live wire waiting to ignite.
