Page 57 of Eternally Yours
“I forgive you. Are we okay now?”
“We’ll always be okay,” he says, pecking my lips.
I pull away and smile, feeling instantly better. I came out here to soothe him, yet he’s the one who soothed me. “Are you ready to head back in now? Or do you need more time?”Please say yes, my fingers are frozen from the cold.
“Yeah, let’s go back inside, I can’t feel my toes anymore.” He stands with me still in his arms while I wrap my legs around his waist for support.
“Oh, thank God!” I say on a deep sigh.
Silas laughs into my neck, peppering kisses to my sensitive flesh. “What’s thematter? Was my Minnie getting cold?”
“I literally can’t feel my thighs anymore, or my butt.”
“Hmm, this one?” he asks, his hand coming up the back of my skirt to squeeze my ass in the process.
I wiggle in his arms, trying to remove his cold hand from my exposed skin. “Stop it, Silas! Your hands are freezing!”
Joyful laughter falls from me as he touches every inch of my skin. We get to the doors, and he sets me on the ground in front of him. I go to open the door when Silas takes me by the waist once more.
Bringing his chest to my back, he lowers his head to kiss the crook of my neck as he whispers against my skin, “It’s you and me. Right, baby?”
I turn my head to kiss him and whisper back, “Always you and me.”
We return to the party, where everyone seems to have moved on from the commotion, and head over to the kitchen island where our friends are perched. Emma stands between two guys dressed as football players, who seem completely enamored with her.
“Back to being the happy couple?” she says when we join the circle.
“Yeah,” Silas answers with a smile, then looks to Clay and Morgan. “Sorry about that earlier, I lost my cool.”
“It’s fine, Sy. I know if we had been the ones in that situation, this one would’ve lost his mind, too.” Morg chuckles, pointing at her husband.
“I talked to Ford. He feels like shit for what he did. You two need to sort this out,” Clay tells Silas with a stern look.
“Yeah, yeah. We will, just not right now. I’m still too pissed off for that.”
“Look, I don’t care when you do it, just keep your emotions off the ice and we’ll be fine. You two are friends, and it would be stupid to end that over some silly history,” Clay says.
“I know.” Silas’s jaw clenches slightly. I wrap my arms around his waist and instantly feel him relax.
“So what’s the inspiration behind everyone’s costume?” Emma asks, changing the subject, which I appreciate immensely. “I mean, you two are adorable! I wish I had a boyfriend to do couples costume with.” She points at Morgan and Clay.
“I can do couples costume with you next year,” one of the football players tells her, a sly twinkle in his eyes. This one has wavy, dirty blond hair, whereas football player number two has cropped brown hair.
“What the hell? We always do our costumes together,” player two states. I giggle at their interaction.
Player one turns my way and extends his hand. “Hi, we haven’t been introduced, I’m Gabe Ellis, goalie.” I let go of Silas and shake his hand.
Then his friend, who stretches his out, mimics Gabe. “Noah Adler, defenseman.”
“It’s nice to meet you both, I’m Cecilia, this one’s girlfriend,” I reply, leaning back into my man.
“Oh, we know. Everyone in the locker room knows who you are. This guy can’t shut up about you,” Noah says with a smirk directed at Silas.
“All right, that’s enough. No sharing locker-room secrets,” Silas interjects, trying to silence his friends, which only makes everyone laugh.
“Anyway!” I start, holding back a giggle. “To answer your question, Em, you already know why I chose my costume, since it’s Sy’s nickname for me.”
“A really hot costume at that.”
