Page 27 of Still Love You

CHAPTER SEVEN

Willow

Holy freaking mother of—

My steamy hot, totally inappropriate thoughts of Silas are interrupted by my dad.

"Honey, I forgot something in the trailer. I'll be right back."

He leaves and I'm left with that perfect specimen of a man. Shirtless, wearing worn jeans that hang low on his hips. He's wet. Drenched, like he just ran a hose over himself. His hair looks darker when it's wet. It's tousled, pieces of his natural waves curling up in places. His skin, a rich golden brown from the sun, looks even better dripping with water. Carved muscles line his torso, and despite my best efforts, my eyes keep drifting to his six-pack abs.

"Hey, Willow," he says, walking to his truck. "I was just heading home." 

I'm too speechless to say hello back, my eyes now focused on his back, which is pure muscle. How the hell did he get his body like that? What kind of volunteer work was he doing the past two years?

"Silas," my dad says. "Eight tomorrow?"

"Six," he calls back.

"Silas, you don't have to—"

"I like to start early." He gets in his truck.

My dad turns to me. "He's worked hard today. Why don't you go offer to buy him dinner? Order a pizza. It's on me. Your mom's making tofu tonight. I'm sure you'd rather have pizza."

I bite my lip, watching Silas as he dries his head off with a towel he must've had in the truck. I would like to have dinner with him, but I don't want to lead him on.

My dad gets in the Prius as Silas starts backing up.

"Silas, wait!" I run over to him.

"Yeah?" He gives me that Silas smile that melts my heart and turns me on at the same time. That smile is dangerous. It makes me want to do things my head is telling me not to.

"Do you want to have dinner with me tonight? We could order a pizza."

He glances at my dad. Why is he looking at my dad? He laughs a little, then looks at me. "Sure. Just let me clean up, then I'll give you a call."

He drives off and I notice how fast my heart is going. Must've been that ridiculous smile of his. Or maybe the beads of water glistening off his bare chest.

"You getting in?" my dad asks. He has the car pulled up next to me. I hadn't even noticed it was there.

"Yeah. Sorry." I get in the passenger's seat. "Silas wants to have pizza so I guess it's just you and Mom for the tofu." I tried to sound casual but I must've failed because my dad's smiling.

"It's nice to have Silas back, isn't it?" My dad is so obvious. Trying to get information out of me about my feelings for Silas. It's not going to happen.

"I guess."

"He's a nice young man." My dad rolls his window down, letting the breeze blow in. "He's matured a lot after all that time away from home."

"He had five girlfriends while he was gone," I say, letting my dad know Silas isn't as perfect as he seems.

"What's wrong with that?"

"Dad! Five girls? In two years?"

He shrugs. "When I was his age, I had more than that."

"You did?" I can't imagine my dad getting that many girls.

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