“Don’t you want me to touch you again, Silas?” I slid a hand down to caress his ass, and he melted against me with a groan.
I released him and stepped back. He swayed forward, as if he already missed being in my arms. “What are you?—”
“I’ll go tell Mr. Oleander who I really am. I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.”
“Oh.”
“Your reputation is important to you, and you’re a damn good wedding planner. I wouldn’t want to mess that up.”
His gaze went soft. “Thank you for that.”
I crossed the room to the counter, where Mr. Oleander was concentrating on his paperwork, lips pursed. “I forgot to tell you that I’ll need a second tux for my brother.”
He glanced up. “Your brother?”
“The groom, Branson. I’m actually his twin.”
He straightened and glanced across the shop to where Silas was retrieving my coat. “So you and Silas…”
“I’d like to be, yes,” I said with a quick smile. “Silas isn’t so sure. I’m trying to persuade him.”
“You were making good progress, I’d wager,” Mr. Oleander said, relaxing now that he realized Silas wasn’t cheating with his groom. “A second tux, you said? Are you two identical?”
“We are.”
“In body weight as well? There are sometimes differences that will affect the fit.”
“Good point. We’re very close, but I’ll have him stop by so you can assess for yourself. Any differenceswould be minor.”
He nodded. “All right, I can get started then. But do have him check in with me.”
Silas approached, holding out my coat. “You have everything you need, Mr. Oleander?”
“I certainly do.Brysonhas been very helpful.”
Silas nodded. “Good. Thanks for your time.”
He headed for the door.
Mr. Oleander raised his bushy eyebrows. “Well, what are you doing, son? Go after him.”
“Right. Thanks.” I jogged for the door and stepped out into the alley, the cold air hitting me like a slap across the face as I hurried to stuff my arms into my coat.
Silas was already at the corner. I broke into a run to catch him. “Sy! Wait!”
He turned, looking uncertain. “What is it?”
“Please don’t put that wall back up between us,” I said, breathless. “We don’t have to be anything you’re not ready for, but this is killing me.”
“Me too,” he confessed. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Let me kiss you again. I’m not above begging?—”
He threw his arms around my neck, going up on his tiptoes to press his lips to mine. I wrapped an arm around his waist and hauled him closer, parting my lips to taste this tongue.
He moaned softly against my mouth.
I pushed him against the brick wall and kissed him like it would be my last chance. And hell, with Silas, who knew? It really might be.
