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“Good.” He sighs, and we both relax in each other’s hold.
“Silas?”
“Yeah, Minnie?”
I pull back from him, wanting him to see how much I mean what I’m about to say. I cup his cheek and smile as words I had never spoken fall from my lips. “I love you, too.” I feel my heart grow, beating louder.Beating only for Silas.
A breathtaking smile splits his face. His hand comes to my hair as he brings me in and makes love to my mouth with his own. Unspoken promises of loving each other forever floating around us.
Chapter twenty-two
Silas
Woof, woof!
~ Christmas Eve ~
It’s the day before Christmas, and I’m excited. We were lucky this year with our game schedule to have five days off before our next game, and I’m all for it since it means more time with my woman.
Tomorrow we’re spending the entire day with my family, and later today we’re having a team dinner at Burkley’s. So, I thought this afternoon would be a good time for her first gift, which is why I’m excited and extremely nervous. This could go either way. Either she’ll love it, or she’ll hate it, and it could cause a big fight. Which I’m really not looking forward to.
On top of that, tonight will be the first time we’re both around Greyson again. He and I have talked it out. It was a cold few days, but we got it all out of our systems. I know him hiding the truth from me wasn’t out of malice.
He knew I would eventually find out, but he was afraid that by bringing it up out of the blue, I’d think he was trying to brag about it. But since that night had no real meaning to him, he didn’t see the use in mentioning it. I get his point because that’s probably how I would’ve taken it, too.
Cecilia knows he’s going to be present tonight, and she doesn’t seem bothered by it, which I’m glad for. In the end, I’d like them to be friends. He is, after all, one of my best friends. Just maybe not have them as close as her and Clay have gotten. Which, if I’m being honest, has started to freak me out.
They’ve been texting and calling each other from time to time. Just last night, she called him to ask how to cook the chicken the same way Morgan makes it.Why didn’t she just call Morg? I don’t know. Well, okay, yes, I do. Morgan was working. But still!
She could have just asked me, I was literally right there. And when I questionedwhy she’d rather call my best friend instead of me for help, she simply stated thathewas married to an amazing cook and thatshewas not.
It felt like a challenge, now all I’m thinking about is taking cooking lessons and putting a ring on it.Maybe after the playoffs... for the cooking lessons.The ring is already hidden inside my watch drawer in the walk-in, but Cecilia doesn’t know that yet.
It’s only going to make three months that we’re dating, and feels a little quick, but I’ve never been surer of anything. Cecilia is the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. She’s the one for me.My one.
It’s a little past one, and we’re getting ready to head out. I told Minnie I had a few last minute things I needed to do before we come back home to get ready for the Christmas dinner and asked her to join me.
She isn’t too thrilled about doing last minute shopping on Christmas Eve and has been nagging me all morning, telling me that I should have tackled my gifts earlier in the month. I did, but I couldn’t exactly tell her the truth about what we’re doing since it’s a surprise.
As we make our way to our destination, Cecilia receives multiple texts and smiles fondly at every one of them.
“What’s got you all smiling?” I ask intrigued.
She rushes her phone to her chest as if she has something to hide.Hmm, weird.“Oh, nothing, just Emma being her usual self. She sent me pictures of what she’s planning on wearing tonight and asked if the twins would be there.” Her cheeks turn rosy as she speaks.Okay, now she’s really acting strangely.
“The twins?”
“Yeah, Noah and Gabe. Apparently, they’re extremely in sync when it comes to the bedroom, enough to be considered twins. A fact I really didnotneed to know,” she says with a point of her finger in my direction, and I laugh. I heard all about their sordid night after Halloween, it seems Em isn’t the only one who likes to overshare.
“Yeah, I got all the details on that too, wish I hadn’t. And to answer her question, yes, they’ll be there,” I say, looking at the road as I turn toward Clay and Morgan’s neighborhood.
“Why are we here? I thought you said it was later tonight?” She looks at me with confusion, then peers out the window as we pass Clay’s house and continue down the road.
“It is, but I have something I need to take care of down here first,” I tell her with a smile as I park my car behind a silver Mercedes in the driveway. “Come on, baby. Up we go.” I open my door and step out.
Hers opens a beat later, standing between the car and the open door, she looks up to the gigantic home in front of us. “Silas, who lives here?”
When she turns my way, I offer her a blinding smile and walk over to her. Grabbing her hand, I pull her away from the car and toward the front door of the house. “A friend,” is the only answer I give her as I ring the doorbell.
