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“Why not?” I ask, watching as my grandpa grins at me, a bit of french fry stuck to his bottom lip. He doesn’t bother with it, just wears it confidently.
“Because he will get ideas in his head. Did you know he asked me about snowballing men?”
I choke on my soda as a laugh erupts out of me. “Grandpa, seriously?”
He shrugs, looking pleased as pie. “What? I didn’t know what it meant. You youngins are filthy.”
“I mean, filthy is fun. Right, Silas?”
“I refuse to answer that. Refuse.”
I can’t help the chuckle that slips out of me.
“Either way, the point is moot. He’s my TA, Lee. Nothing can come of this.”
My mood instantly plummets. I don’t know what he’s going on about. We are absolutely going to make something come of this. Besides me, of course.
And him.
He comes a lot.
It’s quite perfect, actually.
“We’re living together,” I blurt.
Grandpa stops chewing and eyes us both. “Is that so? That’s a new fact that no one cared to tell me. I can’t believe you moved my grandson in and didn’t tell me, Silas.”
Silas looks a little guilty, sinking down in his seat slightly.
“Yes, well, I didn’t know he was your grandson. Why do you call him Junior, anyways?”
“Well, my name is Everly too. Lee for short. So he’s Junior,” my grandpa explains.
“Well, that makes entirely too much sense. But back to the situation at hand. Your grandson was in a bit of an emergency,” Silas continues. “Did you know, Everly has been living in a hovel run by some warlord? His roof caved in with the storm.”
Oh well, shit. I didn’t want Grandpa to know about that.
“Is that true?”
“Yes, but Gramps, really, it’s fine. Silas saved the day. Please don’t worry. And please don’t tell Dad. I don’t need him worrying.”
Silas seems to finally understand what he’s done and he sits up slightly, adjusting the buttons on his shirt.
“Yes, Lee. It’s fine. Don’t worry. Everly’s in good hands.”
I am. In very good and sexy hands. And I plan on making sure it stays that way. Silas may say there is nothing to be done about this, but he doesn’t know how well I stick.
Grandpa eyes us both and then claps his hands together loudly, making me jump. “Well, that’s good news. I expect wedding details within the month.”
“Fuck off,” Silas mutters, and I place my arm around his shoulders.
“Yeah, don’t worry. You’ll totally be invited. Maybe you could walk me down the aisle.”
Grandpa gets teary-eyed at that, and I swallow roughly. It was a bit of a joke, but now that I say it, I can see it. I can imagine the way Silas would look in a proper suit, standing at the end of the aisle, watching me approach. Or maybe I’d be the one waiting. Maybe he’d walk down the aisle toward me.
I don’t know, never thought about marriage before.
But for some reason, with Silas, it just clicks.