Page 87 of True Honey
“Like what you see?” I smiled at her.
“Shouldn’t you be at the stadium,” She said, shaking off the tension in the air. Her red hair curled around her face gently. She had been wearing it down more often and it made the green in her eyes brighter. I was working very hard not to cross the room and tangle my fingers in it.
“Did physio with Cael, had a meeting with Ella and then cleared my books,” I said to her, leaving out the part that the reason I cleared my books was because I couldn’t focus on anything but her being out with my Mother. Alone. It had me so worried that I wrote my first name on email ten times before I realized I was typing the same thing over and over.
“How is he?” She asked, waiting by her door.
“Alright,” I answered, tossing the hat on the kitchen table. “He’s sore, more sore than he’s ever been but he’s also Cael, so he’s determined to do all of this with a smile on his face.”
“That’s good,” her voice was soft, understanding, but her knuckles were white gripped around the handles of the bags. “Are you going to stand around half-naked all day?”
I looked down at my bare chest and chuckled, “Why? Am I distracting you?”
“Silas,” she warned as I stepped closer, tempted to reach out and pull her forward to me. “I have to go pick up Auggie soon,” she said, knowing exactly my intentions.
“I know,” I said, closing the gap between us. My fingers grazed her jaw, tickling down her throat and around the back of her head to lift her lips to mine. It was soft, and lasted longer than I expected as her fingers pressed to my chest, allowing her to lean into the contact.
“What was that for?” She asked breathlessly when I retreated.
“You’re going to yell at me and I wanted a kiss to remind me how much you like me,” I smirked at her, watching her brows furrowed in confusion. “You have to move into my room.”
“What?” She stuttered.
“It looks suspicious that we aren’t sharing a room,” I explained. “We’re so close to the finish line with all of this and I hate to have it messed up because someone questions the legitimacy.”
“What exactly do you expect me to tell Auggie?” Drew scowled.
“He doesn’t need to know,” I assured her, “one of us can get up early everyday or sneak around some more just so it doesn’t raise any flags. Drew,” I was ready to get on my knees to beg her.
I could see the reservations whipping around behind her eyes and I hated how easily she became unbalanced. I just wanted to help her keep both feet on the ground and the confidence in her decisions.
“We’re almost out of the woods,” I said, running my fingers down the side of her throat. Her heart was racing beneath her skin and the apprehension on her expression was loud. “You’ve been sleeping in my room for a week, just move your clothes in.Please.”
“You’re serious?” She asked, the begging breaking her down just a little and hopefully in the right way. “This is a bad idea,” she added.
“Everything has been a bad idea since the day I ran into you, we might as well be consistent,” I reminded her, inhaling slowly. I wanted to kiss her again, badly but with Drew it wasn’t ever as easy as convincing her with make-outs and flirting. Instead of asking again, I reached down, taking the bags out of her hands and walking toward my room.
I heard her sigh, and could picture the annoyed look on her beautiful face without even turning around but when her footsteps grew louder I knew I had won. I set the bags down in the closet, looking at the half-empty side with a triumphant smirk.
“Will you grab the hangers from my— the guest room?” She stumbled over the transition standing in the doorway to the closet with her hands on her hips.
“It’s the least I can do,” I kissed her on the way past and jogged down the hall to her room. I stepped inside her room and unlike that morning I took a moment to look around. It was like she hadn’t even moved in. There were two unopened boxes in the closet on the floor, a quarter of the closet filled with dress clothes. I ran my hand over the folded jeans and shirts she had brought with her.
I grabbed the hangers, breathing in the perfume that lingered on the fabric and carried them back to my room…our room… I scrunched my eyebrows together at the thought. “I think this is everything hanging, I’ll grab a basket for the rest.” I said laying them on the bed and turning to her. She was running her fingers through my clothes and it made me feel like less of a weirdo for smelling hers when I pulled them down.
“You have too many clothes,” she looked over at me and it pulled on all the strings of my heart how soft and mundane she was. Beautiful as always but there was a familiar comfort to Drew that I think my heart recognized long before my brain did. The way she was standing there, waiting for me to respond to her lighthearted jab, I could see it. A future.
“I packed up three boxes before you got back,” I grimaced and walked toward her leaning on the door frame. “I have a bad habit of buying clothes and then wearing my Harbor polo eighty percent of the time.”
“I like this color,” she said, running her fingers over a dark red dress shirt that I’d selfishly bought but never wore because it would give Seymour a heart attack to see me in Lorette colors. Drew glanced at me over her shoulder with a knowing smile and I just shook my head at her.
“Thank you for doing this,” I said after a long pause. “I know it’s asking a lot more than was originally discussed.”
When she looked at me that time I expected a smug look or a snide remark about the contract but nothing like that came. “I admire how much you’rewilling to do to keep your family together Silas,” she said, “besides I thought you ripped that contract up.”
I dropped my head, smiling like an idiot at the floor and gave her a soft, gladly-defeated nod. “It was the first thing I did this morning,” I admitted.
“Good,” Drew sighed, continuing her exploration of the closet. “What is this?” A bubble of disbelief exploded from her chest in the form of the sweetest laughter. She pulled down a hanger holding it up to her small frame, eyes wide in shock. “Honk and I’ll cum?”
