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Silas worked his mouth for a minute, looking insanely nervous.
“Have you ever kissed a guy?” I whispered.
“Yeah. Of course.”
“Oh. Sure, I knew that,” I teased. “Don’t let the tattoos and scruff scare you off.”
“I like them,” he answered.
I couldn’t think of anything to say and just felt myself smiling like an idiot.
Silas took a step closer, the food carton the only thing between us.
“Wait,” I said quickly. “Tongue or no tongue?”
“No tongue.”
“Continue, then.”
He laughed at that, and Silas really did have a nice voice. Sweet-sounding. And his smile was gorgeous on the rare occasion it showed up. Without another moment of hesitation, he leaned down and lightly pressed his mouth to mine.
I heard some of the guys behind him—the ones who obviously lost the bet—protest, but otherwise every bit of attention I had was on Silas. His lips were soft, his own facial hair scratching gently against my cheek. He smelled like soap and man. He tasted like coffee and spring air. Unfortunately Silas didn’t linger, pulling away with me wanting more.
More lips. Hands, tongue—I needed his entire body pressed against me.
Silas ran a hand through his hair. “Thanks for lunch.”
“Ah… sure.”
He offered another small smile before turning away.
Chapter Four
“GIDEON, GOTa minute?”
I had been getting ready to leave for the evening when George called me to the counter. “What’s up?” I asked.
Had he heard I locked lips with one of his customers? He seemed to know Silas pretty well, and Silas apparently had no issue with being out about his sexuality, so there wasn’t a problem, right?
“I found an alternative to you staying at the inn,” George said as he handed me a slip of paper.
“Really?” I asked, looking at the address written down.
“I was talking to my brother. And I mentioned you and he offered his couch for you to crash on.”
I looked back up. “That’s… thoughtful, but I don’t want to impose on your family.”
George waved his hand at me. “You’re not. My brother wouldn’t have offered if he wasn’t serious. Unless you wanted to pay several hundred for a room.”
“Definitely not.”
George grinned. “Then stay with him. He’s a good guy, I promise. He lives in Dalton, though, so you’ll need to take the delivery car.”
“Wait, what?” Was he fucking with me?
“What?” George echoed.
“I can borrow the car too?”
