Page 8 of Sweet Dreams

“Is monopoly money fine?”

Mindy blinked, speechless, leaving me struggling to stifle my laughter.

“Coke is fine, thank you, Mindy.” Silas finally puts her out of her misery. I burst into laughter once she walked away.

“You are so mean.”

“I couldn’t help it; it was the perfect line. You can’t say you’ve never wanted to say it.”

“I mean, yeah. But I own a business in this town, so I have to be nice and proper, and I grew up with half of these people, which sucks both ways to Sunday.”

Heshrugs, leaning back. “Pays off being the fresh meat, Dimples. I can be a cunt, and no one will run off telling my mommy.”

This is my chance to ask him. I don’t want him to think I’m digging into his past; I’m just curious, and he already knows I grew up here, so he’s already one-up on me. Not that it’s a competition. My God, now it sounds worse when I think about it.

“Spit it out, Teagan. I can see the smoke coming from your ears.”

I chew my lip, and technically, he said to ask it. “Where did you move from, and why, Holden?” The words fly from my mouth before I can rethink them.

He looked away, kneading his neck. He looks back at me, then turns away. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked; it’s none of my business. We’re all allowed to keep things private; Mindy returns with our drinks without saying a word. I guess she isn’t a fan of our new resident, either. Silas reaches for his pop and takes a long drink. If this answer is complicated, maybe I won’t ask about his family life.

“Short answer.” He spoke lowly, staring at his glass. I nod, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts. “Holden wasn’t my original destination. Trust me, I wouldn’t have picked this shit hole. No offence.”

“None taken.”

“I planned on the city, needing someplace bigger. But now that I’m here, maybe it was the smartest thing that happened to me.” He raised his eyes and smiled at me, making my cheeks flush with warmth.

I clear my throat and try to regain my head from the clouds. Him and that fucking charm. “Where did you originally move from?”

He presses his lips thin, okay then. “If you get a chance, you should visit the pumpkin patch. The corn maze is a lot of fun.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” He says, giving me a wink. “I know you have another question. Ask it.”

He didn’t answer the last question. I doubt he’ll answer what his previous job was. He doesn’t seem to be very open about his past. I’m not good at thinking of questions on the spot; I only wanted to ask those questions.

“That’s all I got. If you want to open up, you will when you want to. How’s the food?”

“It’s perfect. Great recommendation. Any plans for the night?”

“Probably not. Maybe catch up on some shows, or maybe read. I don’t have a fascinating life. You?”

“Oh, Dimples. I don’t have a life at all.”

I shove a fry in my mouth. “That’s not true. You read, that’s a hobby.”

He scoffs. “Please.I barely own any, so I wouldn’t classify it as a hobby. It’s more trying to kill time when I’m bored out of my fucking mind.”

“Well, anytime you want to work at the shop, you’re more than welcome to. I’ll never turn you away.”

He cuts his pancake, avoiding me. “Thanks, Teagan. That means a lot to me.”

Supper with Silas was—different. But different in a good way. Surprisingly, I enjoyed his company, and our conversations weren’t forced. It was refreshing. I’ve never laughed so much before, and now my body is running on a pure Silas high. The mystery of who he is has a chokehold on me. Throughout supper, he kept avoiding my questions. No wonder why Elma wants to chase him around town. I would, too, if I didn’t know what boundaries were.

He insisted on walking me home, even though I told him nothing would happen. Holden is the safest town I know, but he wouldn’t listen. Is it wrong that I wanted more to happen and that things would’ve gone further? Who am I kidding, I’m not his type.I’m a bookworm in her late thirties. I’m surprised I don’t have a million cats by now. I can’t even recall the last time I went on a date, let alone had sex. I’m wondering if I remember how to make a guy come at this point.

Sliding into bed, my mind wanders back to his irresistible smile, and I can tell he’s well aware of it. It makes my heart race with excitement. The feel of his hand isn’t enough; I crave more. I slowly move my hand under my nightgown and under my panties. Spreading my legs apart, I move my fingers over my clit. The craving for his touch to cover every inch of my body is just the beginning. I wish we could both lie in my bed, a withering mess and be vulnerable. With all our troubles left outside. But those are simply dreams; for now, I’ll dream of him this way. With each circle I make on my clit I picture Silas as if he was using his fingers on me, and it’s his hand moving along my stomach circling my breast, pinching my nipple.

A quiet moan falls from my lips as I dip a finger into my dripping pussy and press onto my g-spot. My toes dig into the mattress as I picture Silas running his hand through his dark hair; his piercing green eyes look at me with such intensity that I can't help but wonder what's on his mind. Moving my fingers back to my clit, I rub fast, feeling my stomachclench, holding onto the feeling of Silas in my mind. I bit my lip as I explode.

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