Page 38 of Nothing to Fear
Me: Good morning.
Silas: Morning?
Me: How’d you sleep?
Silas: Wasn’t expecting you to reach out
Me: Wasn’t expecting you to whimper when I touched your cock
Silas: That was…I don’t know what to say to that.
Me: I know it’s not our regular tutoring day, but I think we should talk
Silas: Yeah maybe
Me: Be there, Si. I want to see you after what happened
Silas: Probably not a good idea
Me: It’s the best idea.
Silas: That can’t happen again, you know that right?
Me: If we both want each other and the timing is right, yeah, it’s gonna happen again.
Silas: Since when did you become so cocky?
Me: Who said I wasn’t always like this when it’s something I desperately want?
The three littlebubbles pop up and disappear several times before vanishing altogether. He’ll be there. He feels this thing between us just as much as I do.
I spend the rest of the day studying, but my mind never strays far from the blond slacker I can’t get enough of.
I skip dinner,choosing to get to the archives hours before Silas. Being surrounded by these old books, all the information, history, and secrets they hold, used to be all I needed to feel at peace. I craved the solitary environment and the quiet stillness of the rooms of the archives. But now? Being down here makes me think of Silas. I no longer feel whole and at ease in a place that was my safe spot for so long. Now, I crave my counterpart. My opposite in every way. This place belongs to both of us now, and it feels empty without him.
Hours go by as I lose myself to the diary of Belladonna Thorne, reading over her time as a student at Corvus and then as a professor, but my eyes keep drifting to the arched stone entryway, waiting for my blond jock to walk in.
The moment Silas comes into view around the corner, all the words I wanted to say to him fly out the window. He’s wearing a crimson Corvus College Rugby hoodie and a pair of grey sweatpants that hug his muscular thighs. His blond hair is pushed out of his face, a rogue piece falling loose over his forehead. He looks every bit the role he’s perfected for as long as I’ve known him, but now that I know how he melts under my touch? I’m desperate for it.
I’m on my feet, moving in his direction before I’ve realized it. His crystal-blue eyes flash with passion, his lips turning up in a wicked, sexy grin. Filthy liar. I know he wants me.
Fear can be such a bitch, holding you hostage against your will.
But it can also be freeing if you lean into it. You can learn so much from fear if you can conquer it. I’m not going to let it control him anymore.
My hands reach for him without hesitation, one sliding around his waist, the other around his neck, his body so warm despite the cold air outside, pulling him into me.
Silas doesn’t miss a beat this time. Our lips connect as hishands wrap around my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulls me until we’re flush against each other. The kiss is nothing like it was last night; there’s nothing frantic about it, but it’s still every bit as passionate.
An inferno rages inside me as Silas slips his tongue across my lips, coaxing them open for him. I comply, accepting and meeting him in the middle.
“We’ve got shit to talk about,” he gasps against my mouth.
“Kiss first, talk later.”
“Ungh.” His words are unintelligible as I fill his mouth with my tongue, silencing any protest he may still have. He tastes like spearmint and something so very him that I can’t get enough of.
My fingers brush along the short hair at the back of his neck, moaning into his mouth as he sucks my tongue into his. He tastes of spearmint as I delve in deeper, loving the way his lips mold to my own, the way his body melts against mine. The big, strong, athletic captain of the rugby team is melting for the bookworm. They should write books about this someday.
