Page 53 of Eternally Yours
Chapter eighteen
Silas
I should have done more than growl.
~ Three Weeks Later ~
Cecilia and I have been dating for a month now, one blissful, amazing month, where we spend as much time together as possible when I’m not on the road. I’ve taken her out on a couple of dates since, and we’ve spent time with the Burkleys, which Cecilia enjoys.
Her and Morgan have gotten close and spend a lot of time together when we’re away. Hell, even Clay seems to have a soft spot for my girl. He basically treats her like a little sister.
We were spotted by the media a couple of times, all curious to know who she is. But they haven’t figured it out yet, although it won’t take them long. Which is probably why Cecilia prefers staying in and having one-on-one time, which I’m not complaining about.This woman is perfect, made for me in every way possible.
Tonight is our Halloween party at the Burkleys, where she’ll be introduced to the rest of my friends and teammates. I’m excited for everyone to meet her properly. She still has yet to meet my family, which I’ll have to make happen soon since they keep pestering me about it. I plan on inviting her to join me for Christmas, and I’d like for their first meeting not to happen then.
“Your girl coming tonight?” Greyson asks from the fridge as he grabs two beers.
We just got back from an away game and came straight to my place to get our costumes ready for the party. The team has been doing well, out of the nine games we’ve played so far, only three were lost. It’s a good start to the regular season.
“Yeah, she’s getting ready downstairs with Emma, her roommate, then they’re meeting us at Clay’s. It’s about time you met her,” I tell him, grabbing the beer in his outstretched hand.
He lifts the bottle to his lips and drains half of its content, maintaining eyecontact. “Right.”
He sets his beer down on the island and walks over to his duffle bag by the couch, picking it up and heading to the spare bedroom. He’s been distant lately. I’m not sure what’s going on with him, but when I ask, he lies and says that all is good.
I sip my beer as I check my phone to see the time. We should be heading out soon, I want to get there before Cecilia so that I can watch her walk in. I’m curious to see her costume.
Every time I’ve asked her what she’s dressing as, she answers, “Me.” But I have no idea what that’s supposed to mean. She hasn’t asked any questions about my costume, so I’ve kept it a surprise.
Once I’ve downed my beer, I go to my room to get ready. This year, I’ve chosen to dress as a Greek God. I usually go with something funny, for example, last year I was Mr. Potato Head, but this year, I want to impress my girl. So, I went with something that shows a lot of skin and makes me think of her.She’ll like it, I hope.
I strip out of my clothes and jump in the shower. Once I’m washed and dried, I head to my bed and begin pulling on item after item. First are very small gold shorts that leave little to the imagination.
Next is the white knee-length fabric that wraps around my waist, secured at each end by a golden chain, leaving a big gap that exposes my left thigh completely. From there, more gold chains wrap around my torso and biceps.
Another sheet of white fabric wraps around my neck, once again held together by a gold chain. This one is longer in length, making it look like a cape that goes over my left shoulder but leaves my right one exposed.
Above my covered shoulder lies a metal piece of armor that looks like a bird’s wing with gold metal feathers all over. The armor connects to a golden band that goes over my right pec and wraps against my side under my right arm. On my feet I’m wearing gladiator sandals that end just below my knee.
The final piece to my costume is the gold crown on my head, made up of gold leaves that are connected to one another. I’ll most likely regret my decision to go with a revealing costume since the nights are getting colder. But I look damn good, which makes it all worth it.As they say, beauty is pain.
I take a close-up picture of my naked pec with a little hint of chain and send it to Cecilia. Let her imagination run wild with what my costume could be. She sees my message immediately and sends me a drooling emoji, which makes me laugh.My girl is thirsty.
A beat later, she sends back a picture, which has me even more confused regarding her costume. All the image contains is a big white dot with an entirelyred background.What the fuck is she!?
I make my way down to the living room, where Grey’s leaning against the side of the couch waiting for me, but he’s distracted on his phone and doesn’t see me approaching.
He’s dressed as a tennis player. White shorts, white polo shirt, white headband, white wristband. And you guessed it, white tennis shoes. The guy is dressed from head to toe in bleached white, it’s almost blinding.
Given his outfit, most of his tattoos are on display, and there’s a lot. Full sleeves on both arms, a couple on his legs, as well as one on his neck. But having seen him naked in the locker rooms, I know he has more on his body and back.
His blondish brown hair falls over the headband, and his beard is thicker than usual. His body is quite the contrast to his white ensemble, making everything pop out.
On the coffee table lies a racket and tennis ball.Wow, he really went all out. And it seems I won’t be the only one freezing my ass off tonight. Thank God we’re taking my truck to Burkley’s place and we’ll be inside all night.
“You ready to go?” I ask to gain his attention.
“Yup.” He doesn’t look up straight away, instead taking his time to finish whatever he was doing on his phone. He slides it into his shorts pocket and pushes off the couch. After picking up his props, he finally lifts his head and stops dead in his tracks.
