Page 119 of Right Man, Right Time
How he’ll greet me.
People are watching, so will he be intimate?
Will he just give me a hug?
Take my hand in his?
“Hey, baby,” he says, causing my entire body to turn into a puddle of swoon. And to my utter delight, he slips his hand behind my head and brings his lips to mine, where he presses a deep, sultry kiss that nearly makes my shoes fly off right here in the middle of the Agitators hallway.
It’s the kind of kiss you dream about when you see someone for the first time in a long time.
There’s passion behind it. Strength in his grip all the way to his fingertips.
It brands me, cuts deep to my very soul.
And when he slowly pulls away, just enough for our eyes to meet up, I can see everything he wants in his mysterious eyes. He wants me.
He wants this.
If only I can convince him to take the leap.
Unlocking our gaze, he slips his hand behind my back and holds me close to his chest. I know this is all for show, that what’s going on isn’t real, but that doesn’t negate the fact that with every touch, every look, he takes my breath away. I can’t pinpoint the moment when this thought process happened, but what I do know is that over the past few weeks, my shield has been lowered, and I’m starting to see Silas in a completely different light.
I’m starting to see him as the man I want as mine.
“Oh my God, I still can’t believe I get to see this joyful smile on Potato’s face,” Winnie says. “It makes me so happy, especially since when I first met you, you were a giant curmudgeon.”
“Were you a curmudgeon?” I ask Silas, looking up at him.
“Maybe a little.”
“Maybe a lot,” Winnie says.
Silas pats Ross on the back. “Did you enjoy the game?”
“More than you would have expected,” Ross says, keeping his eyes plastered on the locker room door.
“Well, now that the game is out of the way, what else do you have planned for Ollie’s birthday? Just going to go home . . . and have fun?” Winnie asks.
I feel Silas glance at me while his grip grows tighter on my back. I don’t have to look up at him to know he’s not only pissed I didn’t tell him it’s my birthday, but he’s also embarrassed.
“Actually, we were just going to go dancing, maybe grab some drinks,” I say, filling in so Silas doesn’t have to answer.
“Ooo, fun. Well, I won’t keep you.” She asks Silas, “Where was Pacey in the process of coming out here?”
“He got held back by some reporters. He should be out soon.”
“Okay, thanks.” Then she gives me another hug. “Maybe we can get together some time, celebrate your birthday without the guys.”
“Yeah, that sounds great.” I wave, and with Silas’s hand adhered to my back, we make our way down the hall. Ross reluctantly walks next to me.
“Great game,” I say awkwardly. “I’ve never been to a hockey game before, so that was something else. Ross here really got into it.”
“Might be my favorite sport, ever,” he says. “By the way, is that, uh . . . Ian Rivers guy available?”
“I think he has a boyfriend. At least I know he’s been dating.”
“Dammit,” Ross says, disappointment heavy in his voice. “The good ones are always taken.”
