Page 16 of Mr. Silver
Reaching over, he entwines my fingers with his. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Telling me. That can’t have been easy.”
“It is what it is. What’s this place?” I ask when he starts to slow down and then pulls up to a large set of gates.
“Where I should have brought you Friday night. My home.”
“Whoa,” I breathe as the gates open to reveal the most incredible house I think I’ve ever laid eyes on. “It’s massive.”
“So you’ve already told me.”
Laughing, I unstrap myself, continuing to take in the colossal home in front of me.
Scott comes around to my door and helps me from the car before collecting my bags from the boot.
“Wait…is that mine?” I ask when he wraps his fingers around a very familiar suitcase.
“It is.”
“That’s a little presumptuous, don’t you think?”
“Why, are you planning on getting me to take you home tonight?” My cheeks heat and my lips twitch up into a smile. “No, I didn’t think so,” he says, his hands sliding around to my back and his lips landing on mine.
“I told myself I wouldn’t do this again.”
“What? Spend the night with me?”
“Well, yeah, that too. But no, I meant I told myself I’d never fall for someone again.”
He pulls back and looks into my eyes. “You’re falling for someone?” His nervous swallow gives away that he’s not quite as confident about that question as his face might want to make me believe.
“I think I am,” I whisper. “Is that okay?”
“I think it’s more than okay. Because I am, too.”
