“This is how I wanted it to look. It’s like a gift for you.” Her eyes shine as brightly as the amethysts in her ears and around her neck.
I’ve never seen anyone look so beautiful.
“Thank you,” Fenella says.
Apparently, I said that out loud.
“It’s the sky you showed me.” She points to a spot on the ceiling across the room. “That’s Neptune.”
That’s Neptune.
I can only stare at her, and she laughs with delight. Someone calls to her and she waves them away, her gaze fixed on mine. “Do you like it?” she demands.
Instead of answering, I reach out for that slim, silver waist and crush her and the dress against me. And then I kiss her.
In front of all her friends and the whole town, and knowing tomorrow is going to hurt more than I think I can bear, I kiss Fenella Carrington in the middle of her birthday party.
Chapter thirty-seven
Fenella
Idid not expectthat reaction from Silas.
I’d hoped for it, but I didn’t expect it and now I’m kissing him back even as my smile widens across my face.
Silas shifts, his lips pausing in their assault against mine.
A nice assault.
“Stop smiling,” he growls.Growls. I never knew he could make that noise, and the sound thrills my insides.
“I can’t help it.” I bury my face against his neck and hug him tightly. “I’m so happy you like it.”
“I’m so happy I let myself like you,” Silas says into my hair.
I pull back and look at him. At his warm green eyes—they look more hot and a bit hungry rather than warm right now—and the softness of his beard. I touch his cheek. “You trimmed.”
“I had to look my best for you.”
“I don’t need your best,” I tell him. “I only need—”
You, but I don’t say it.
“I like you more than I should,” Silas says.
“Me too,” I admit.
I realize we’re blocking the kitchen when Wyatt tries to slide by, and I take Silas by the forearms and move him behind the bar. Tyler nods at him but leaves us alone.
“I like you, too.” I say it out loud, for anyone to hear. “Maybe even—”
More? It’s definitely more than like, but I hadn’t wanted to admit it because it happened so fast, and when things happen fast for me, they tend not to work out.
But it feels right with Silas, like he is the puzzle piece I was missing.
And with that kiss, it clicks into place.
“I’m falling in love with you,” Silas says loudly, loud enough for Tyler to glance over his shoulder at us, and for Rupert standing at the bar with Mabel Crow, to widen his eyes at me.