Page 105 of His Little Devil

Not giving her a chance to continue, I grab the back of her neck and pull her lips to mine.

Silver gasps, but doesnt fight me or pull away. A vision so powerful hits me, and I am on the verge of passing out, but still I kiss her.

Flashes of our future play out like a movie, but I'm not paying attention. I think right now I'd rather live in the moment.

Silver wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer as her tongue tangles with mine.

My cock twitches and I know I need to back away. Take a breath. I kiss her one more time, slower, then pull back and rest my forehead against hers.

Silver pants against my lips as she blinks her eyes a few times.

“Wow,” she whispers, and I smile.

It’s been a long time since I’ve grinned.

“Hey, Arrow, why is Silver’s door open?” Don shouts from down the hall.

Moving away, I take a seat on the edge of her bed and wait for him to join us.

Silver gives me a huge smile, and I can’t stop grinning. My face muscles are twitching and all.

“Silver!” Don shouts before bolting into the room and grabbing her. He holds her so tight she squeaks.

Don looks at me from over her shoulder and all I can do is shrug. I don't know what's going on right now.

“It's really you,” he says, breathing in her hair with a groan.

Silver laughs and tries to move away, but he grabs both of her cheeks and kisses her. Soon they are grabbing each other tighter.

I'm about to leave the room when they separate and Silver giggles.

“I've missed you so much. Both of you. And this place…”

Walking over to the window, she smiles. “Do you know how much I have missed the fresh air and trees?”

Reaching for the lock, she removes it, then tries to open the window. It doesn't budge though.

“That's weird. Maybe it needs some WD-40,” she mutters, then turns and looks around her room.

We haven't touched it, so everything should be the same.

Her blankets are still messy from that morning. There's hair products and makeup all over the vanity from when she was getting ready for the ball too.

“It's like nothings changed, but yet everything has,” she says, then begins to walk out of the room. “Is Wellson here?”

Don looks over at me and shakes his head.

Silver is here and we don't know for how long. I don't want to upset her.

“He's out, but should be back by morning,” I lie, feeling like a huge dick, but this is unreal.

I'm starting to wonder if this is a dream. Am I asleep right now?

Silver freezes in the doorway, then turns to us with a frown.

“Does he hate me? Do all of you?”

Don steps closer to her and takes her hand, pulling her to the bed.

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