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He gave her a nod. "S'long as you have me. Gonna do my best to love you."
"I-I, ah, I don't know how to do that."
Silas gave her a curious look. "Do what?"
Natasha said nothing for a second. "Be in love."
Silas reached out a hand and pulled her lips to his. She gasped when he kissed her with more passion than she had ever experienced in her life. It wasn't that she'd never been in the throes of lust or the power of seduction, but this kiss wasn't like that.
It was sweet and gentle. This kiss spoke of tomorrow and tomorrow's tomorrow. There wasn't any rushing as they lay side-by-side like they had all the time in the world while Silas kissed her.
He pulled back with a smile on his lips. "Ain't nothing to it, baby. Just be you."
"Just be me?" she asked, testing it out. For once, someone wasn't expecting her to be someone she wasn't; she didn't have to pretend to be stronger, faster, or wiser than she was to hold on to power.
"No, baby. All I want is you. I'll be gentle with you."
Natasha snorted. "I doubt that."
Silas rolled his eyes at her comment, but he was smiling. "First love is powerful. I'll be good to you."
"Oh?"
He nodded but then winked at her, wolfish smile in place once again. "Doesn't mean that I won't be selfish, though. Never letting you go now, little girl."
* * *
The restof the afternoon had passed by in a tornado of kisses, touches, and shared laughter. To Natasha's delight, they didn't leave Silas' bed for hours. The pair were too enamored with one another to pull apart, and it wasn't until her stomach had growled sometime that afternoon that Silas had forced them from what Natasha had begun to think of as their own little nest spun from sugar sweet whispered words and kisses, like cotton candy but better, because cotton candy didn't come with Silas Grant wrapped around it.
After a quick lunch, Silas had insisted that he take her home because of her early weekday schedule. He promised to stay for dinner, so Natasha agreed, and the pair walked hand-in-hand, completely oblivious to everyone and everything around them the entire way to her apartment in Brooklyn. But then, regrettably, it had been time for Silas to leave and without even thinking, Natasha had thrown herself into his arms with a pout.
"I'll miss you."
Silas kissed her nose. "I'll miss you, too, Tash."
"I feel weird," she whispered with a frown.
"What do you mean?" Silas pulled back slightly, trying to read the look on her face. Her green eyes were narrowed and focused over his shoulder like she could see something he couldn't. There was a tightness in her features that hadn't been there since he'd stared at her when dropping or picking Maddy up from dance practice. It was shocking to think how quickly things had changed between him and the beautiful redhead his niece practically worshipped.
"I feel...clingy," she answered. Shifting her eyes to his, she shook her head, "I don't like feeling this way. As if I'll stop breathing as soon as I lose sight of you."
Silas tapped his fingers against her chest. "Ah, the stirrings of young love."
Natasha stuck her bottom lip out. "It stinks."
"I've even heard rumors that it's been known to cause people to lose their minds from time to time, so it's best to approach with caution." Silas spoke with the utmost seriousness, but the twinkle in his eye had Natasha giggling.
"That's not funny. There are a billion love songs out there about that," she replied with a raised eyebrow.
"Then I guess the rumors are all true." He pulled her close into a tight hug and kissed her cheek. "It's okay to feel things. It's all right to feel clingy."
"Bu—"
"No." Silas squeezed her tighter when she tried to protest. "You aren't acting the least bit clingy. It's called 'Natasha is excited to see Silas', and you know what? I'm excited to see you too, baby."
Natasha looked up at him from under her lashes. "Yeah?"
"Yes. Yeah. Definitely." Silas squeezed her sides playfully. "Don't feel like you're bothering me. I want you to call me and text me until your fingers fall off. I want you, baby girl." The endearment of baby girl had Natasha realizing that this was indeed different than her tetes-a-tetes with men. This one had some semblance of permanence. It wasn't a fleeting flirtation but the so-to-speak, real thing.
