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from the front window. For the two cars that might pass by out here.”
I smiled and nodded.
Silas jumped and jogged toward the other side of the fireplace.
“I had him put this light-”
Silas touched the fixture and it fell and shattered on the floor.
“Shit,” he said. “Uh, that’s okay. It’ll get fixed. Here, forget about that.”
He led the way to the dining room.
“The table came in,” he said. “Look at it. It’s huge, darling. Just picture the entire family here.”
Silas grabbed for a chair. When he pulled it out, the entire back of the chair came off.
He stared in disbelief for a second.
Then he threw it to the floor. “Those aren’t the real chairs. The ones that match the table are coming soon.” He clapped his hands together. “Hey, how about the kitchen? Want to see the windows?”
I could tell he was getting nervous. Worried about my reaction to the house.
I loved him for that.
In the kitchen, he leaned over the sink and wrestled with the new window.
It wouldn’t open.
As he fought with the window, I looked around.
The kitchen was so open and bright.
I almost felt if I shut my eyes and took a breath, I’d smell food cooking.
“Silas,” I said.
“This fucking thing,” he growled. “If I just…”
He growled and then suddenly fell backwards.
The window hadn’t budged.
I saw his hands ball up into fists.
He’s feeling it too. He’s hurt and scared. He’s pissed off at what happened. He’s been taking care of me so much. Hiding his own pain to make sure I have a chance to smile.
He was the perfect man.
He was also the perfect man about to put his fist through the window.
When he took a step, I hurried and got in front of him.
Silas looked down at me and I touched his face. “I love it. I love the windows. I love the table. I love the spot for the Christmas tree. I do have one request.”
“What?”
“Show me our bedroom.”
The upstairs was just as beautiful as the downstairs.
Baby Hank’s room was all ready. Everything I had put on my list for the nursery Silas had gotten. I couldn’t stay for too long though.
I took a tour of the spare bedrooms.
Then the studio room.
Now that was cool to see.
Not only was the room soundproofed throughout, Silas had squishy foam-looking stuff put on the walls to keep the sound as pure as possible. There was a full array of instruments too. Guitars, bass, drums, a piano. Then smaller stringed instruments - a mandolin and ukulele. Two large desks with computers and soundboards. Speakers everywhere.
The dream room for Silas.
And for me too.
I couldn’t wait to write music with him in there.
After that room came the master bedroom.
The biggest bedroom in the house. With the biggest bed I had ever seen in my life.
As soon as I saw it, I jumped onto it.
“I figured you’d like this,” Silas said. “After sleeping at the inn for so long.”
“I can swim in here,” I said. “Come join me.”
Silas jumped and crashed next to me.
We looked at each other and it was insane silence.
“I want you to have it all, darling,” he whispered.
“I know,” I said.
“If there’s anything missing, name it. I’ll make it happen.”
“There is one thing, Silas.”
“What?”
I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling nervous to be near him.
I reached for his right hand and placed it on my hip.
He lifted an eyebrow.
I ran his hand up my side and to my left breast.
I cupped my hand to his and let out a sigh.
“Oh, darling,” Silas growled. “What are you… doing…”
“I need you,” I whispered.
“Mila…”
I moved his hand down to the top of my pants. That’s where I let him go and opened my pants.
“Mila,” he said again.
“Just not inside,” I whispered. “Okay? You know what to do, Silas. I trust you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, darling.”
“You’re not going to hurt me. I just need this. Please.”
I touched his face and felt so achy and desperate for his touch.
Silas slid a hand inside my pants… and my panties…
My breath shuddered as I hadn’t really taken the time to groom down there.
His fingers moved through the stubbly hair.
“I love you, Mila,” he whispered to me.
I began to melt.
I was worried about how I felt down there and Silas only cared about his love for me.
His fingertips grazed my very tender but very ready skin.
He curled his fingertips, easing my hips into a thrust.