Bre was caught up in a convo near the Omega table.
Nuri needed a break.
A second to exhale.
So much was going through Nuri’s mind, and she wasn’t sure who could be trusted. Slipping past the velvet ropes, she walked toward the back hallway leading to the bathrooms.
She wasn’t gone long, but he noticed, and blindly followed his instincts.
Silas went to the bathroom, and fate had them exit their respective doors at the same time. The hallway was coincidentally empty. Nuri paused mid-step when she saw him.
He didn’t speak right away. Just looked at her with the kind of gaze that pressed against her soul.
“You look beautiful tonight,” he said lowly.
Nuri blinked slowly as she inwardly debated her response. Her mask covered most of her face, but her lips parted just enough to let the words escape.
“Thank you,” she replied, then turned to go, but Silas reached out and caught her wrist gently.
“Wait,” he said, like a man who’d waited long enough.
Their eyes locked, again.
“Let me holla at chu later on when all this shit is over… Meet me at my house,” Silas told her.
He didn’t explain. Didn’t beg. Just reached into the inside pocket of his pocket and slid a silver and a gold key into her hand.
“Silver for the gate. Gold for the house,” he explained.
Then like smoke he was gone, back through the curtain, fading into the crowd.
Nuri stood there, her body still but her heart beat rapidly in her chest. She looked down at the keys in her palm.
Small things.
Heavy with meaning.
But, somewhere in the pit of her stomach, she knew she was going.
After the Heritage Ball, Nuri ignored what her mind was telling her to do, and obeyed her heart and instincts by accepting Silas' invite to his home. She let herself in just as he had instructed, and was instantly met by the sound of Rick Ross' Diced Pineapples poured seductively through the house speakers, and a trail of candles that led up to Silas' bedroom. Without a word, Nuri followed the trail up the stairs.
As she entered Silas' bedroom, she noticed the red rose petals that were spread across his bed. However, what caught her attention was the dim lighting peeping through the cracked ensuite door. The closer she got to the door, the faint sound of the shower became louder. It was instant, as soon as she walked into the bathroom, their eyes locked.Shit, Nuri thought, while licking her lips.
Silas nodded, inviting Nuri into the shower with him.
"You drive a hard bargain for a man who left me hangin'," Nuri said seriously, not knowing how to take Silas, but couldn't deny the magnetic pull leading her to the shower with him.
Silas didn't respond. Just waited for her to join him. When Nuri removed her clothes and stepped into the shower, Silas gently grabbed her hand, closing the space between them. The steam from the shower wrapped around their bodies like an invisible cloak, concealing them from the world and everything that came with it. They were simply two souls who had found comfort, fire, and something dangerously close to love in each other. Silas moved like a man on a mission—hands trailing up her hips with a possessiveness that spoke of missed time and sleepless nights.
“You know what fuck you be doin’ to me?” he asked, voice low and smoky, the bass of it vibrating against her bare skin. “I miss you,” he confessed.
Nuri tilted her head back, eyes fluttering closed as his lips pressed against the sensitive spot on her neck then downto her pussy. “You’re the one who ended things with me,” she whispered, her words getting lost in the stream of water cascading over them. “I’m still pissed about that shit too.”
“You got every right to be,” Silas admitted, rising to his feet, pulling her closer until their hearts beat in sync. “But I’m here now. Ain’t going nowhere.”
He meant it and everything inside of Nuri wanted to believe him, but the weight of uncertainty still lingered. She didn’t know how long this stolen world of theirs could exist before reality barged in and shattered everything. Right now, with his hands worshipping her, and his lips speaking a language only her body could understand, she chose to live in the moment.
Time slowed as they moved together in the shower.
