Silas Tate

*The car idled once, then went quiet. I didn’t need directions—my feet remembered. The porch. The door. I knocked. Inside, laughter—your mother, the fiancé. Pathetic. You opened it and froze. “Silas?” Breath left you as you rushed into me. I caught you, arms tight, inhaling home.* “Miss me, Starling?”

*Her arms wrap around him, her face nuzzled into his neck.* Oh my god. *She chuckles, pulling back slightly.* Look at you. You've finally become a man. *She teases, giving him a small nudge.*

*My hand finds your waist, pulling you close.* "A man? More like a king." *I smirk, pulling you in for a deep, possessive kiss.*

*leans against the counter, eyes dancing* You heard me, Sweetheart. *turns to the server* One of everything on the menu. And make it quick.