"Love is not just the words you say to them at that moment but it's also the things you do for them for the rest of your life." - Mohith Agadi

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Caden's POV

Saturday, seven o'clock

That was what he said. Well, right now, it's 6:30 and I'm not even dressed. I have torn apart my closet trying to find something decent to wear, something that he'll like, and I've just realized how truly screwed I am.

What do I do??!!

I felt bad having to cancel my date, the date that was supposed to be today. I texted Izzie telling her I found someone interested in me. I just didn't mention the part where it was her boss and my former boss and that she'd kill me if she knew I was going out on a date with him.

To be frank, it would have been so much easier dressing for a complete stranger than Silas. But now... I am totally freaking out!

I haven't seen this man in more than a year, I don't want him to be disappointed in what I give him. As insecure and pathetic as I sound, I can't help the feeling that he'll leave again. He'll take one look at me and decide I'm not worth the trouble.

I am totally and completely screwed.

I hear a rap on my door and mentally curse at myself. Dammit! He's early and I'm not even dressed.

I scurry downstairs and check the peephole, and just as I expected, he's standing there, with a bouquet of flowers and a suit and tie, waiting for me to walk out looking like a model. Instead, I'm wearing a set of Tangled pajamas I got on sale at Burlington.

"Uh- Silas, you're here early." My voice is shaky with nervousness and humiliation.

"Yeah, I wanted to come by early, I couldn't wait for tonight." He's smiling. Dammit, he's smiling. He's excited for tonight and he's going to be brutally disappointed.

"Um-" Dammit! Make an excuse, any excuse not to go. "I don't think I'll be able to make it tonight."

"Why?" HIs mouth forms a small frown but there's worry in his eyes. "Are you okay? Did something happen?"

"Yeah, everything's fine. I just feel- uh, very out of the weather right now. My throat is so streppy and all and my toes are tingling... and stuff. You know, the common symptoms of - PMS?" What the hell am I saying??

"PMS? Um, well I can help you feel better." He immediately pulls out his phone and dials a number I can't see. "Sage, are you busy?"

Sage? Why is he calling Sage? "You are busy? Wow, with a date. Well, too bad. I have an emergency you need to take care of." Even though the phone isn't on speaker phone, I can hear the loud groan produced by his brother. "Yeah, an - investor really needs the items. I'll send you the list, you better fucking do it or I'll lock you in my bathroom. Besides if you don't, I'll tell Sawyer you've had his gay porn collection for months."

He ends the calls and look back at the door. "Will you let me in? I can make you feel better."

I freeze. "Um, I don't think that's a good idea. I am very contagious and vomiting everywhere, you don't want to come near me."

A small chuckle sounds through the door. "Baby, you can have a rash on your entire face and that wouldn't stop me from being there for you. Just let me in, I'll make you feel better."

I sigh. Why is he so sweet? "Um, okay, but just remember, I am very ugly right now so just, I don't know, warn your eyes or something."

"Doubtful," he mumbles quietly.

When I finally unlock the door, he steps in cautiously. He takes in my disheveled appareance, then my pajamas and smiles. "Tangled?"

"It was on sale."

He steps forward, places a hand on my forehead. "Do you feel sick?" His hands travel to my back, going under my shirt. A wave of goosebumps slide down my back that I hope he didn't notice.

"Why did you call Sage?"

"You'll see." He guides me to my couch and lays me down, then lifts my head and seats himself under, placing my head on his lap. "Okay, forget the dinner." He looks around my apartment.

Something turns in my stomach as he surveys my home. My home. My first real home after Cole. This is mine and given the history with Silas, I don't want him ruining it for me.

"I like your place?" Hearing his words lets me release the breath caught on my throat. "It's homey. Completely matches your personality."

His hands begin to thread themselves through my hair. His nails start on my scalp and glide their way to the ends of my hair. The feeling is amazing.

"You look beautiful," he whispers, and I can only grunt in response at the most amazing hair scratch/massage thing I have ever felt. "Don't stop," I whisper, hoping to God it was coherent enough through my soft sighs and deep breaths.

Luckily, he heard me, and continues the motion again and again until I am lolled to sleep.

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Silas's POV

"Here's your stupid groceries, bitch." Sage looks very unhappy with me. Unlucky for me, I couldn't care less. He grumbles all the way to the front door before turning around and saying, "You owe me."

Yeah, right. "Mhm, and I still know you have Sawyer's gay porn, so who really as the upper hand." He scoffs in disbelief. "Come on, man, you can't hold that over my head forever."

"Sure, I can. As long as you still have it. Why do you still have it anyway?"

His face goes blank but I can see his hands clam up. "I know what you are thinking, Silas, and no, I am not gay. I just had this girl-" Figures, a girl. Sage notices my facial expression and says, "Shut up your stupid face." He continues, "Anyway, she's kind of into that gay stuff, I don't know, and Sawyer is the only person I know that would have that kind of stuff. At least the good ones."

"Uh huh, and what about that girl I saw you dancing at the ball. Vanessa?"

"That was just a fling, nothing more." Mhm, I would totally believe him if I didn't notice the vein popping out of his temple and the way his jaw twitched when I said her name.

Sage changes the subject. "Why the hell did I have to go to Target in the middle of my date?"

I glance towards the couch where Caden is still sleeping. When he notices where I'm looking, his face lights up in realization. "Ooh, you making her dinner or what?"

"Yep. She's feeling sick right now and I want to make her feel better. And win her back, of course."

"Ooh, what are you making and can I have some?" Sage glances at the groceries I've laid out on the kitchen counter: milk, flour, eggs, seasonings, other stuff and other stuff. "I'm making pasta from scratch with ice cream for dessert. That's why I made you by the ice cream machine. And no, you can't have any, fatty."

"Fine, suit yourself, but I heard it's very important to have a taste tester just in case your girl doesn't get even more sick from your attempt at cooking. I mean, bro, I have never seen you cook once in your life."

With the jab at my cooking skills, I grab a wooden spoon and chuck it at him. He ducks carefully, after I say, "Shut the fuck up, Sage, I'm still probably better than you. Besides, how hard can it be. You just follow the recipe. Like math equations, just the numbers are the ingredients."

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Okay, definitely not like math equations.

When I tried to make the pasta, I began mixing the flour and eggs just like the recipe said, but it's turned as hard as a rock. The recipe said to fucking make a well with the flour and then put the eggs in it and mix. Yeah, well I fucking did that and got a whole sticky concoction that would not get off my fingers.

It seemed to me that obviously there wasn't enough flour so I put more. However, the only thing I accomplished was making a flour/egg glove on my hand and a yellow rock that refuses to knead. How the hell was I supposed to knead that for ten minutes when it feels like hardened cement?

Tossing the "dough" to the side, I work on the tomato sauce. I even got fresh tomatoes for this. I figured you didn't need a recipe to make tomato sauce, right? You just get tomatoes, chop em up and chuck them in the blender. Mix it with some seasonings and garlic, and bam, you got tomato sauce.

Yeah, I was completely wrong. The tomatoes were squirting juice everywhere, and even when i popped them into the blender, it looked pink and watery. Not at all what tomato sauce should look like.

Fuck this is going all wrong. How the hell did I fuck up spaghetti. Spaghetti!?

"Silas," a groggy groan comes from the living room couch. "What are you doing?"

Shit, she's awake. "Go back to sleep, baby, I'm just making dinner."

She yawns and groans again, and as much as this dinner is turning into a disaster, I could feel the sounds travel straight to my groin. Fuck! This is not the time to be horny.

"I can help you." I barely register her words as I try to calm my hardening dick. By the time I begin to protest, she's already in the kitchen and I can see her eyes taking in the mess that was her kitchen. "What have you been doing?"

Her eyes dart to the ball of yellow clay that was supposed to be dough, and then to the blender that looks like it's been filled with pink lemonade. "Uh, I was trying to make... spaghetti. From scratch."

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Caden's POV

"Spaghetti?"

He nods. I have never heard Silas speak so defeated before and it is absolutely adorable. His face is bent down looking at the mess he made in my kitchen, but I am far from angry.

He tried to make me dinner. From scratch! The gesture is kind enough but the absolutely devastated expression on Silas's face is so cute. "I'm sorry I made a mess in your kitchen. I'll clean it." I look around and notice that it's nine o clock.

He's been at it for two hours while I've asleep. He's stripped off his blazer, and I can see his clearly defined biceps through his white collared shirt. Add that with the flour sprinkled on his face and hair, not to mention the specks of dough he couldn't rinse off on his hands, and he is looking quite attractive right now.

"I bought an ice cream machine as well. To make ice cream. But I figured if this is going wrong-" he looks at the hardned dough and tomato sauce? in my blender, "it's not worth adding ice cream to the mess."

"I really am sorry. I'll clean everything up, I promise. I was just trying to make dinner for you since you were sick and all. Obviously, I failed-" I cut him off with my lips and kiss him delicately.

He responds instantly, wrapping his arms around my waist as he picks me up and settles me on the kitchen counter. I play with his hair as he runs his fingers up and down my stomach, squeezing the fat on my sides.

"Don't do that," I whisper when he squeezes my love handles again. "Why? I like it." I roll my eyes.

My hands travel to his abs, grazing each muscle with my fingers. He tenses under my touch and I relish in the effect I have on him.

I so want to take this to the next level. I want to take him and take all of him and allow him to make me feel like no man has ever made me feel. But first, I need to address the one insecurity still on my mind ever since he's come back into my life.

"Will you leave me again?" I whisper into the kiss. He stops completely, looking at me bewildered. He looks confused at first, but after studying me again, I can tell he knows exactly what I'm talking about.

"No. I will never leave you. I was an idiot to do it in the first place, but trust me, baby, the only thing that will separate us is death, and I sure as hell won't let that happen either."

I still feel doubt in my stomach. I still don't trust his word and I know he sees it in my eyes. "I love you, Caden." He kisses my cheeks, then my ear, nibbling on my lobe. His hand sinks into my hair, gilding down my scalp the way he knows I like it. "I love you so fucking much, you don't even know."

His lips go down my neck, sucking on my jaw, my collarbone, my chest. "I love you everywhere." I mumble in agreement as my mind as turned into sludge at his mouth and the words coming out of it.

He pulls my shirt up, exposing my breasts and taking one into his mouth. "I love you here." He sucks onto my hardened nipple, the feeling traveling to my core and I moan in pleasure. His other hands massages my breast, molding the flesh into his hands.

His lips aren't done however. They glide down my stomach, kissing my navel, my hips, my thighs. My pants have already hiked up as much as they can go, the seam of my pants pressing against my clit.

I try to move my hips to release the pressure but Silas doesn't let me. "Patience, baby."

I moan at his tease but comply. His hands glide over my legs, my thighs, and his lips find mine again. "I love you here, especially here." His hands hovers over my center before pressing lightly on my clit, the barrier of my pajama pants the only thing separating his fingers from me.

"Silas," I moan into his mouth. "Please." I try to rock against his hands but he stops my hips. "Patience is virtue," he whispers.

His hands slide into my pants, just above my underwear but he doesn't touch me. UGHhh. Finally, I've had enough of his teasing, and separate our mouths. I strip away my pants, now only wearing a shirt and underwear.

I make no hesitation to slip my fingers under my underwear and finally press down on my clit, releasing the pressure and pleasure I so desperately desired. I moan out loud, pressing my head on Silas's shoulder as I begin to make soft circles on my nub. "Fuck, baby. Watching you finger yourself is giving me a hard-on."

"Mhm, like you didn't have one already," I mumble. He chuckles, "Touche."

Still sitting on the kitchen counter, Silas goes on his knees, his face right in line with the fine hairs of my center. I don't stop my fingers, and Silas doesn't stop me. Instead, he kisses the inside of my thighs, still teasing even with the work of my fingers.

"Please, Silas, touch me." He chuckles again but doesn't listen.

So, I did the only logical thing my horny self could think of when this stubborn man won't listen to me. Removing my fingers from my clit, I cup his face with my hands, and shove his mouth onto the bundles of nerves.

As soon as his tongue hits me, I collapse. I lay on my back as Silas finally takes the memo and begins to lick my clit. He sucks, kisses, licks until I can't take it anymore.

When the pleasure is too much to handle, I feel myself ready to burst, but just when I'm about to, Silas stops. I groan.

He laughs into me, sending waves of pleasure through the vibrations of his voice. His fingers trace down my slit, and edge their way to my entrance. When they're just about to penetrate, I grip the counter and bend my elbows, shoving myself into his fingers.

A mixture of pain and pleasure races down my spine and I moan when he begins to move his fingers in and out of me. His tongue rubs on my clit again, and the feeling is indescribable.

My hips being to rocks against his fingers and mouth. "I'm not saying this is my favorite part of you... no I am. This is definitely in the top three." I laugh/moan. "Which one?" referencing to where his tongue is or his fingers. "Why can't it be both."

Just when the pressure builds up, Silas stops again. "Silas, I swear to god, I will strap you to this table and make you let me orgasm as I want." The words came out of nowhere, and I can tell Silas senses it too. "Shit, baby, never thought you were the kinky type."

"I'm- I'm not, but you've been teasing me all night, and I just- I just-"

He kisses my unspoken words. "I didn't want you to come yet. Not when I haven't even had you," he whispers seductively.

He hooks his arms under my legs and carries me away from the counter. I wrap my legs around his waist and already feel his stomach pressing on my clit. "Don't ride on my stomach, baby. Not yet." I'm perplexed as how he knew just what I was going to do.

When we get to my bedroom, he places me gently onto my bed and strips away the rest of his clothing with exception to his boxers. My eyes are drawn to the bulge waiting for me, and I reach out to stroke his hardness.

He groans and slightly rocks his hips. Before I can do anything else to pleasure him, he presses me onto the bed. I can feel him taking out his... thing and rubbing it against my entrance.

Nervousness overtakes my body. "Silas... Will it hurt?" I whisper.

He stops and kisses me. "Yes, baby, it will. If you're not up for it, we don't have to." Indecision fills inside of me.

Am I scared? Yes, 100%. But, I know if I were to lose my virginity to one person, it would be Silas, and I am way too horny to stop now.

I nod my head, a silent gesture begging him to go on. He understands, and begins to kiss me again, this time softy, delicately. One hand cups my face while the other strokes his length. "You ready?" I nod, preparing myself.

He eases into me slowly, the large, thick tip of him entering me and searing my core. My walls are spread wide, too, too wide and my center feels like it's on fire. I moan in pain and try to hide the tears that have welled up in my eyes.

"It hurts," I whimper. Silas sighs and stops what he's doing. I look down and notice that we haven't even met the halfway point. "I know, baby, I'm sorry. Try to relax yourself and it will hurt less"

I nod even though I feel anything but relaxed. When I hiss in pain, Silas apologizes again.

He kisses my cheek tenderly. "Here, focus on this." One of his hands go to my clit, rubbing lazy circles while the other meets my breast.

I concentrate on the pleasure of his hands and Silas doesn't move until I'm ready. When the pain has subsided into a dull ache, I nod my head for him to continue.

Removing his hand from my nipple, he cups the base of him and again, eases his way inside me. The pain is back in full force and I dig my fingernails into his back. He stops when he notices but I shake my head. "Don't stop. I want all of it," I whisper.

I can see his eyes glint in arousal and satisfaction. With one slow push, my walls widen to accommodate his massive size, filling me completely. "God, baby, you're so tight," Silas groans in my hair. I notice he doesn't move until I tell him to, and the thought makes me smile.

"Okay, you can move now," I whisper. Silas nods before giving me a kiss, and then starts rocking back and forth inside me. The pain is still there but there's a hint of... pleasure in the pit of my belly. It grows when Silas continues to rub my clit.

I hook onto his thighs, telling him to go faster and he does. The mixture of pleasure and pain is amazing.

In and out, in and out. I hug his length tightly as he continues to thrust inside me deeper and deeper. As the pleasure grows, so does the knot in my stomach.

As the pressure builds, I feel myself tighten on Silas, and Silas groans when I do. "Fuuckk baby, you're so fucking tight," he moans. His lengths throbs inside me as I moan in pleasure.

All of a sudden, Silas pulls out of me, leaving just the tip inside, and I groan in annoyance. "Silas, I swear to god, you will be punched if you don't-" My words are cut off, because in just one second, Silas thrusts his entire length into me so deep, he reaches my stomach. The knot in my stomach shatters as I climax so hard, stars blur my vision.

He's not far behind, quickly digging into his groin to pull out just in time to release himself onto my fine hairs. He strokes his length as he rides his orgasm and showers me in kisses.