Page 112 of Tell Me I'm Not Dreaming
They finish their lemonades and walk around some more. Bridget excuses herself and goes in search of the ladies’ room.
Silas looks around as he waits for her, and he spots a first edition ofThe Adventures of Melody Lee.
Holy shit!
He approaches the man running the booth. “Excuse me, sir. How much for the first edition of the Melody Lee book?”
“That’s not for sale. I mean, it is, but someone has already reserved it.”
“How much has the buyer offered you for it?” Silas asks.
“A man tracked me down when I posted a picture of the books I carry on IG. Paid me three hundred on Cash App and said he’d come by with the rest of the money today.”
“How much more does he owe you?”
“Another two hundred.”
“I’ll give you a thousand for it right now,” Silas says without batting an eye.
“Sold! My Cash App is $fleamarkethank.”
“Bet.”
The man places the book in a bag and hands it to Silas. He returns to see Bridget looking around for him. He smiles and hands her the bag. She smiles back, opens it and looks inside. Then she looks up at Silas with tears in her eyes and kisses him.
Within seconds, his tongue is tasting hers, their lips seemingly unable to disconnect.
Bridget breaks the kiss and looks at him with a sweet vulnerability in her eyes.
He takes her face in his hand. “Wow. All that because I bought you a book,” he jokes.
“How much did you pay for this?”
“Don’t worry about that, beautiful. You really wanted it. That’s all that matters.”
“But you’ve already paid for our hotel rooms for this trip, you keep insisting on paying for our food and you won’t let me pay you for gas.”
“Cause what the fuck do I look like doing that? Bridget, I’m a man. A grown-ass man. I’m not about to make you pay for anything as long as I’m around. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she flirts.
“Don’t go making my dick hard. We’re in public.”
“What if we weren’t?” Bridget counters.
Silas takes Bridget’s hand and leads her to the exit.
7
BRIDGET
They enter the hotel lobby and head straight for their room. Silas picks her up and takes her into the bedroom. He places her on the bed and gently lays down on top of her.
“I gotta be real with you. It’s been a minute since a woman has captivated me like you have. You walked into the gym, looking like the type who makes niggas bend the knee for shits and grins. You may not have noticed, but you had eyes on you, Bridget. And how could you not? Look at you. Beautiful, brilliant, accomplished, honest, kind, loving. You put everything into whatever it is you do. And I’ll tell you something, it’s made me fall hard for you.”
Bridget has tears in her eyes. Her lips quiver, and the tears roll down her cheeks.
She takes a sharp inhale. “Please fuck me,” she whimpers.
