Sin & Salvation

Chapter 38

"You're more than welcome to hang out here while I'm at work," Silas shouts from the balcony down into the kitchen.

I take a bite from my toast and shake my head at him, my hair still wet from our shower earlier. "No, it's fine. I need to start job hunting today anyways," I shout back, hearing his dress shoes tap on the wood coming down the stairs.

A plate of toast and eggs sits on the counter and I watch as he gestures to it. "Is that for me?" I nod. "You know you don't have to do that," he pauses, coming over to kiss me on the head. "But I appreciate it greatly. Usually I just throw together a protein shake or take a protein bar with me, so this is a nice change for once."

He smiles at me, sitting down on a stool to eat his food next to me. I drink my coffee, looking over to him. Looking down at my outfit, he sucks in a sharp breath. I have on his gray t-shirt from last night and a pair of his boxers rolled up since my underwear were thoroughly ruined.

"If there's one thing I love more than seeing you naked in my bed, it's you in my clothes. Fuck." he moans, not taking his eyes off of me.

"Yeah well don't get used to it, mister," I reply back, eating a forkful of eggs.

"Oh yeah? And why's that?"

I keep my head in place and glance over to him. "I still need to work shit out with Brett and get my life together. And while fucking you is amazing, it's also incredibly distracting and confusing," I clarify.

He stands up to grab himself a glass, filling it with water from the fridge. "I'm not gonna lie, the only thing I heard from that was fucking me is amazing," he jokes, coming to sit back down.

"You're such an ass," I laugh, watching as he sips his water. "Also, I didn't know if you liked coffee or not, seeing as the coffee machine looked like it had been collecting dust," I explain, feeling guilty for not thinking to ask.

"I'm not a big coffee drinker, I just keep it there for guests," he says, biting into the toast.

My stomach drops hearing him talk about other people, probably women, staying over and using his kitchen. It makes me feel small and so unimportant suddenly. I know it's ignorant of me to not expect him to have dated to and hooked up with other women before me, but the idea of him fucking anyone else like he fucked me last night hurts more than I'm willing to admit.

My appetite is completely gone and I push the eggs around on my plate. He looks over to me while chewing, concern on his face.

"Everything okay?"

I briefly glance at him, shoveling a forkful of eggs in my mouth. "Yeah, I was just caught off guard a little, that's all." I shrug, trying to play it off.

He looks at me curiously. "Caught off-guard about what? Me not liking coffee or having guests here?"

I chuckle and then shrug. "The second one. Honestly, it's stupid of me to feel weird about other people being here. I mean seriously, look at you," I gesture to him. "What woman would really say no to all that?" I hold out my hand to his body and face but avoid his eyes as they narrow on me.

In an instant, he's out of his chair, walking over to me and tipping my chin up between his thumb and forefinger, forcing me to look up at him.

"You can think about all the women I've been with as much as you want, but I'll let you in on a secret, little imposter," he says, inching closer to my face, his lips centimeters away from mine.

"While you're thinking about them, I'm thinking about you and all the ways I'm going to break you down so I can build you back up with my own two hands." I stare into his ice-cold eyes as they bore straight into mine, promising every word that he says. I close my eyes as he kisses my forehead and then leans on it with his own, his thumb rubbing my cheek.