Chapter 9
Ainsley
“Holy crap. You are downright amazing,” Melonie gasped.
I looked around the Warlack’s living room and had to agree. I had transformed their large living and dining room into a winter wonderland with small potted trees and gorgeous poinsettias. Not to mention the twenty other arrangements scattered around the room and house.
“Yeah, even with that missing delivery truck, everything still turned out pretty awesome.”
Melonie held her bouquet out to me and slightly bowed. “I have no idea how you made this, but I know you are the master. I won’t even start gushing about how perfect the boutonnieres turned out.”
“You’re too much, Mel,” I laughed.
After Silas and I had spent the night getting acquainted with one another, he had made breakfast while I worked in the shop trying to piece together something for Melonie that would work in a pinch. From the way she was gushing over everything, I knew I had done a good job.
“I have to say, this is even better than what we had planned out.”
I wouldn’t go that far, but it was pretty amazing. Bright reds with lush greens made the perfect bouquet that popped off the bright white of her gown.
“She did amazing.”
Mel and I both turned to see Silas standing next to archway I had also hodge-podged together. “I’m pretty sure you’re biased,” I laughed.
A smile touched his lips, and he didn’t need to speak. I knew what he was thinking.
“Holy hell. That’s where you were last night,” Melonie exclaimed. “Your mom had said you had went to your bed early.”
“Well,” he chuckled, “I went to bed early, it just wasn’t my bed.”
Melonie threw her hands in the air. “It’s a Christmas miracle,” she cried.
I grabbed her and shook my head. “Bring it down a notch, girl. This is your day, not mine.”
She scoffed and bunched her dress in her hand so she could walk. While Melonie looked amazing, her full dress was a bit hard to walk in. “Oh please. You getting some is definitely something to celebrate.”
Melonie scuttered off down the hallway chattering about telling everyone.
“You sure you don’t want to stop her?” Silas asked.
I turned to look at him. “Do you want me to?” Was he having second thoughts? Did he not want anyone to know about us? Was this just a one-time thing? Had I read this all wrong?
“Ainsley,” he called.
My eyes focused on him. “Oh, my God.”
“Come here.”
I mindlessly walked to him and face-planted into his chest. “You don’t want this, do you?”
His body went solid under me, and he grabbed me by the shoulders. He pushed me back and looked down at me. “What in the hell are you talking about?”
“You asked me if I wanted Melonie to tell everyone. That means you don’t want her to.”
“Where in the hell did you get that from? I just meant, did you want to be the one to tell people and not her?”
I blinked slowly. “Really?”
“Yeah, really. You know as soon as my mother finds out, everyone is going to know.”
“But I’m okay with that.”
He nodded his head. “Good, because from the chatter coming from the hallway, I would have to say our secret is out.”
“Are you okay with that?”
“You didn’t hear a word I said last night, did you?” he asked.
I had heard them, but I wasn’t sure if, in the light of day, he meant them. “I heard them, I guess a new day brings questions and doubts.”
“What questions?”
“How do we do this, Silas? I don’t want to leave, and you have a life in L.A.”
He shook his head. “Lee, I don’t think that’s a problem at all. You live here, and I plan on coming to visit a hell of a lot more. Plus, I’d love to show you L.A.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Yes. I want to share everything with you, Ainsley, and that means L.A. too.”
“I’d really like that.”
“I figured you would,” he chuckled. “Although, I’m going to miss the hell out of you when we’re half way across the country from each other. I just got you back, and I’m not looking forward to the days where I can’t touch you.”
A smirk spread across my lips. “Have you ever heard of sexting?”
The End