Page 62 of Still Love You

A woman gets out of the car when she sees me. "Do you live here?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I was hoping I could see the house."

I'm confused. What is she talking about?

"You want to see my house?"

"Yes. I was hoping to see the inside. Do you have time right now?"

"I don't understand. Why do you want to see the inside of my house?"

"Isn't it for sale?"

"No. You have the wrong house."

She searches her purse. "I had the address written down somewhere. I thought for sure this was it."

"No, it's not for sale."

"Well, I'm sorry to have bothered you. Have a nice day." She gets in her car as I go inside the house.

When that lady said my house was for sale I got a little panicked. I've lived in this house my entire life. I don't want my parents to even think about selling it. I want them to live here until they're old and gray, and then maybe I'll buy it, just so nobody else can live in it.

At seven-thirty, Silas and I arrive at the hair salon. It has an industrial look inside, with exposed brick and metal piping. Silas usually gets his hair cut at a barber shop near his house, which is fine for a trim, but since he's getting a lot cut off I suggested he go someplace better.

A girl with long black hair and a piercing in her nose sees us walk in and immediately smiles at Silas. This is a common reaction wherever we go. Girls are always smiling at Silas in a flirtatious way. Back in high school, this would sometimes happen when we went out, but it happens way more often now, probably because he's even hotter than he used to be. I glance at him in his low-hung jeans and gray t-shirt that fits close to his chest, showing off his lean torso. The soft fabric clings to his shoulders which lead down to his muscular arms. I'm still amazed at how much his body has changed in two years.

"Can I help you?" the girl with the piercing asks. She leans over the counter, giving us a good view of her breasts, which are pushed up and out, framed by the plunging neckline of her tight black shirt.

I instinctively wrap my arm around Silas' as we walk up to the desk. "He has an appointment at seven-thirty."

Silas looks down at my arm in his and notices how close I'm standing. A slight grin appears on his face before he turns back to the girl.

"Silas Sparks," he says.

She glances at the computer screen that's off to the side. "Looks like you're with me."

What? I made an appointment with Alex. I assumed Alex was a guy, but I guess that name works for both guys and girls.

I'm instantly jealous. Why am I jealous? She's just doing his hair. But her breasts will be in his face as she washes it and cuts it and—

"Right this way." She motions Silas to follow her.

"Can I come with?" I ask.

She looks annoyed so Silas says, "She's helping me. I wasn't sure how to cut it."

Alex smiles at him. "I can help you with that."

"I need to come with him," I blurt out. "I'm very particular about his hair."

"Are you his sister?" she asks in a tone that implies I could never be his girlfriend. I find it insulting and am starting to wonder if we should find a different stylist.

"I'm his girlfriend," I say, holding his hand.

Silas squeezes my hand. His mouth is turned up slightly like he's trying not to laugh. He finds my jealousy amusing. I find it irritating and yet I can't seem to control it.

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