Page 173 of Right Man, Right Time
But I barely made it out the door with clothes on. He gave me this sweatshirt this morning, one that fits better, and then sprayed me with a touch of his cologne before kissing me goodbye.
The entire drive to campus, I wore a huge smile on my face.
Throughout my first class, I kept thinking about him and everything we’ve done in the past twenty-four hours.
Even now, when getting coffee, all I can think about is how Silas would hate my order and cringe at it.
“I like it,” Ross says. “I’d ask Ian to get me one, but he’s pretty much opened his entire closet to me. So I can take what I want.”
“And what did you take?”
Ross smirks. “A few things.”
“Ollie,” the barista says, setting two drinks down on the counter. I grab them and hand Ross his order, and together, we head toward our class.
“So, hear anything from Roberts?” Ross asks.
“No, and I’m sort of getting nervous about it. Don’t you think he would have said something by now?”
“I don’t know,” Ross answers as the fall wind whips around us. It’s getting to that point in the year when a hoodie just isn’t going to do it anymore. “Roberts is a weird guy. He doesn’t praise very often. I turned in my paper and heard nothing. It published and all was good. So I think it’s better not to hear something.”
“That’s what I was thinking, but—”
“Hey, hot stuff.”
I pause and turn to the side just in time to see a large mass of a man wrap his arms around me and scoop me into a hug. I’m about to start kicking when I smell a very familiar cologne.
“Silas?” I ask, completely off guard.
When he pulls away and I see his handsome face, partially hidden behind sunglasses, I nearly squeal.
“Oh my God, what are you doing here?”
“Thought I’d spend the morning with you since I don’t have to be at the airport until later.” He glances up and nods. “What’s up, Ross?”
“Hey, Silas. Risky coming to a campus where you’re worshipped.”
Silas just shrugs and then brings his lips to mine. “Surprised?”
“Yes,” I say, still trying to grasp that he’s here, with me, at my school. “I have to go to class, though.”
“I know. Figured I’d just go with you, then take you out to lunch. You good with that?”
The corners of my mouth tilt up. “I’m perfect with that.”
“Good.” Silas loops his arm over my shoulder, and together, we all walk. “How are things with Rivers?” Silas asks Ross. “He doesn’t talk much in the locker room.”
“Things are great,” Ross says, that ever-present smile on his lips whenever Ian is mentioned.
“Ian is a real daddy . . . if you know what I mean,” I say, causing Ross to push at my shoulder. “What?” I ask. “It’s true.”
“You don’t need to tell Silas that.”
“Sorry to say, whatever I know, he probably knows,” I reply.
“So you two actually talk? That’s shocking since Silas’s dick is always down your throat.”
Silas nearly chokes on his own saliva as I laugh. “I’m a good listener.” I wink.
