Baby

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-One: Him

unedited

Silas's POV

Look at her.

Completely oblivious to the fact that he's flirting right back. Perhaps she's just really innocent, or maybe she's good at playing the part.

How did I end up with someone as delicate and fragile as her, while I'm the complete opposite?

Great. Here she comes.

I lowered my head and pulled out my phone, pretending to be engrossed in the crowd of people waiting for drinks.

I tried to act nonchalant, keeping my gaze on my phone. But no matter how hard I tried to focus, my eyes kept drifting towards her. I couldn't help but steal glances at her, making sure she was always in my sight.

Before pursuing her down the hallway, I snatched a shot from one of the other guys and quickly downed it, bolstering my determination for what was to come.

Baby walked down the hallway, and I quietly trailed behind her, careful to stay a good distance away so she wouldn't notice me.

I couldn't let her see, not yet.

She hesitates for a moment, and I instinctively step back, blending into the shadows.

She turns her attention towards one of the bedrooms and quickly dashes inside. Is she aware that I'm following her? Where is she heading?

I cautiously approached the bedroom and cautiously peeked inside, but to my surprise, it was completely empty.

As I entered the room, the sound of a flush coming from the attached bathroom caught my attention.

Ah, that explains it.

I stood before the bathroom door, questioning whether I should just turn back. It was understandable if she harbored resentment towards me; I had been nothing short of an enormous dick. If she decided to bring things to an end, I couldn't really blame her.

Either way, I wasn't going to letting that happen.

As soon as the bathroom door swung open, a sudden urge took over me. Within a split second, I grabbed her by the shoulders and forcefully pushed her back into the bathroom, pinning her against the wall.

Her eyes widened as she let out a gasp, startled by the sudden intensity of the moment.

"Si-" Before she can even utter my name, I quickly cover her mouth to silence her. I know she's probably angry with me, but it doesn't matter. All I can think about is her and the overwhelming desire I feel for her. It never ceases. The thoughts about her, the images of her being close to me, never leave my mind. It's a relentless force, driving me to be closer to her, to have her within my reach.

I asked bluntly, my expression unamused, "Have you been enjoying flirting with that guy, huh?"

Her eyes widened, probably surprised by my unexpected question.

Baby doesn't seem afraid; instead, she looks surprised. Her eyebrows furrow as she takes a deep breath, but I can see the realization setting in.

Damn it, she probably smells the alcohol on my breath.

I can see the doubt and uncertainty in her eyes. She most likely thinks I am drunk. Little does she know, this is the clearest my mind has been in a long time

It was almost amusing to see her struggle to remove my hand from her mouth. It was like she knew it was useless, but still attempted anyway.

I find myself endlessly fascinated by everything she does. It's as if every little thing she does, from the way she talks to the way she moves, holds my attention with an overwhelming force.

When she finally gave up trying to fight against me, her body relaxed, and she looked up at me.

Damnit. Don't give me that look.

"You still don't understand, do you, Baby?" I repeated, my voice low and sultry. I released my grip on her mouth and pulled her body close to mine, my hands coming up to cradle her face. Our bodies were practically flush against one another, separated only by a thin layer of clothing.

She looks even more bewildered now, her confusion clear on her face.

I fixated my gaze on her lips, my hand tenderly tracing the outline of them. They were soft, supple, and undeniably tempting.

"Can I?" I blurted out.
What was I thinking?

There's no doubt that she probably loathes my very being at this very moment.

But something about her reaction caught me off guard.

It's undeniable; she wants to kiss me as desperately as I want her.

The desire we're both feeling consumes us, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation.