Thief:A Bad Boy Romance(41)
I narrow my eyes at him and he put his hands up as he grins. “Hey, that’s it. Had to say it, but that’s the last I’ll say on that.”
I nod. “So we’re good?”
“Yeah,” he grins. “We’re good.”
I turn to head back inside the bar when he stops me.
“Oh, and Silas?”
“Yeah?”
His eyes narrow slightly. “It’d probably be best if you stayed the fuck away from my sister, too.”
Oops.
Chapter Twenty-One
Ivy
The house is utterly silent and sleeping when I wake up abruptly a few nights later.
I frown as I glance at the greenish-blue light of my old alarm clock, still sitting on my bedside table. I’m about to close my eyes again, when there’s a sharp knocking sound against my bedroom window.
I blink, sitting up a little more in bed. I’m awake now, but it’s not like I was really sleeping all that peacefully before anyways.
Because I’m still thinking of the night before.
I’m still reeling from that kiss that brought me right back to where I’d been years before. The one that turned back the clock and dragged me right back to the girl I was back then. And suddenly, for the first time in forever, a night like that had been perfect.
Until the reality of what I’d just allowed to happen knocked the wind from me. It was hearing Silas and Rowan talking about that night from where I was still hiding up on the roof. It was remembering and suddenly reliving that night that lifted the veil of the now away from it all.
And that’s when I realized I was making the same stumbling, stupid decisions I’d made years ago, as if nothing had changed.
Because that’s what Silas Hart does to me, apparently. He kisses the sense right out of me.
By the time he made it back to that roof, I was pushing past him - shaking my head and offering no words as I ran down the steps from the roof and then all the way back home.
And now I’m back to where I was. Bitter, confused, angry.
Ready to fall into his arms.
Or hit him.
Or kiss him.
I don’t actually know.
The sound comes again a moment later, a small clacking sound against the pane.
I frown, stepping out of bed and moving to the dark window. Hesitantly, I open it and glance down.
Of course.
It’s Silas. Silas standing there with a smug look on his face and a handful of pebbles in his hand.
“Are you kidding me?” I hiss.
Jesus this is just like high school. This is exactly what he used to do.
He grins up at me. “What are you doing?”
“I’m sleeping.”
“Doesn’t look like it.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re going to wake my dad.”
He grins. “Never did before,” he whispers. “And I think we were way louder back then.”
I blush bright red.
Back then, when Silas would literally scale the drainpipe to the porch roof under my other window so he could sneak inside.
He’s right, we were way louder, however hushed we tried to be,
“Go away!” I hiss.
He makes a face.
“Come down.”
“No, Si-”
“Shhh!” he shushes me with an exaggerate gesture. “You’re going wake your pa-”
“Oh shut up,” I mutter. “Hang on I need to get dressed.”
“You’ll have zero complaints here if you don’t.”
I can feel the rush again, thinking of the roof of O’Donnell’s from the other night. I duck back into my room, and I can feel my heart beating as I check my hair in the mirror, opting to let it down as I slip on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
I frown, peeling the t-shirt off in favor of a much sexier tank top. And part of me feels ridiculous trying to preen like this for Silas, but you know what they say about old habits.
A minute later, I’m closing the kitchen door quietly behind me as I tiptoe barefoot around the side of the house.
“Hey.”
He looks up at me and grins. “You’re still good at that, you know.”
“At what?”
“Making sneaking out look good.”
My cheeks redden in the darkness.
“C’mon.”
“Where are we going exactly?”
“A drive.”
I raise a brow, and he grins almost sheepishly.
Yeah, we both know what that used to mean.
“I literally just mean a drive,” he says with a small chuckle. “I think I actually missed this town.”