Chapter 7 Wilderness 7

Chapter 7

Savannah

I am at a loss for words. Instead of saying anything, I picked up my spoon and just blankly ate. I have known this man for less than twenty-four hours and he already made me feel these bundles of emotions, and I didn't even know it could happen all at once, until I met him.

"You will sleep in my room."

My eyes widened.

"I will not sleep with you. I will be in the living room with Dog."

The dog barks when he mentions his name.

"I-I think I'm okay in the living room," I replied and put down the spoon in my bowl.

He immediately shook his head.

"No. You sleep in my room, where there is a proper bed. That is final."

Once again, I couldn't respond.

Everything about this situation is intense and strange-Well, Silas is intense and strange, like a caveman. I don't even know what to say half the time.

My throat somehow felt dry.

With my slightly trembling hand, I reached for my glass. I was about to drink from it, but then I realized there's no water left.

Right before I could even ask, he already reached for the pitcher on the table and stood up, carrying it. He took a step and stood beside me. He's so tall that I am currently at his crotch level. As he poured me a drink, his bulge faced me.

I should not be looking at it but I can see it in my peripheral vision, and whatever it is that is in his pants, it should be labeled as a weapon because it is evidently huge.

Was Kat right when she said he wears custom-made condoms? It can't be bigger than my forearm, right?---

"It's nine and a half, if you're curious, i gynaíka mou," he said softly, before he went back to his seat.

My eyes widened as heat bloomed on my face. Jesus Christ.

I am now in another man's bedroom. It's weird. After we ate, I offered to wash the dishes since he cooked. But instead of agreeing, he just told me to go to his room and rest. I didn't argue with him for a couple of reasons: first, because he said it with authority, in his low and a little scary tone. Second, I realized that I needed time away from him, even if just in a room, because I need to process what he just told me and just process him in general, because he can be a lot.

I should be bothered by my heartbreak and I should be bawling my eyes out now, but what he said won't leave my mind. He just told me about the size of whatever monster that's in his pants. I should not be bothered but I am! If Kat was here, she's gonna have a field day with him.

I immediately shook my head; the last thing I want to think about is my best friend getting it on with Silas. It's weird, it's gross, and for whatever fcked up reason, the idea of Silas being with someone else doesn't sit right with me.

Yup, I may be losing my mind.

I sighed and crossed my arms.

His room isn't big. The vibe in his room is exactly like him: straightforward.

The walls and the ceiling are wooden. There's a large and rustic-styled bed on the side. It's a bed enough to accommodate a giant like him. There are no decorations here except for a wooden drawer placed opposite the bed. While there's a wooden chair in the corner of the room, near the rectangular window.

Through it, I can see how furiously the snow is pouring as the wind whooshes loudly. His heating system here in his cabin is good because I can barely feel the cold.

I briefly looked at his drawer.

The nosy part of me wanted to snoop around and get to know the strange man, but I don't want to get into his bad side. Besides, that will make me an ungrateful guest. He fed me, gave me a bed to sleep on, and all I can offer in return is sticking my nose in his business?

No, thank you.

You can offer him something else.

I shut my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. I did not just hear that from my own subconscious.

I must be really losing my mind because I just found out about my cheating ex and now, I may be possibly thirsting about another man?

I shook my head. Christ. Sav. Pull it together.

If Kat were here and heard my thoughts, she wouldn't stop me. Knowing that btch, she will enable me further.

Speaking of her. I hope she's alright and I strongly hope that she still hasn't slit Terrence's throat after what he did. I am sure that girl is worried sick and that makes me feel so bad for running off without saying a word. I will tell her everything once I get back and it will be tomorrow, since the blizzard only lasts a few hours.

Once the storm fades away, I will walk back to the cabin.

I have to go back and get as far away as possible from Silas.

It's not that he creeps me out. It's just that through the short time that I have been here, I don't recognize that woman that I am slowly turning into. For instance, I'll admit, several times I caught myself staring at his arm, even at his tattooed forearms earlier. I don't thirst on any man easily, I didn't even thirst for Terrence, but with Silas, I did.

And I am afraid of the other possible things and choices that I might make when I stay longer with him. He's bad news and I have to stay away.

I sighed.

For now, I want to rest and not think of anything, especially not about my cheating ex. Silas might be a stranger to me, but I can at least sleep and let my guard down, because I trust his word about not touching me without my consent. I might have known him for a very short time, but I know sincerity when I see it, and it's written all over his face when he said it to me.

He's also a well-built and big man. If he had bad intentions, he could've done it earlier when I passed out, but he did not.

So I walked closer to his bed. When I sat down, the mattress dipped. With another sigh, I fully lay down on his bed.

When I breathe in, it smells like him.

Musky and masculine.

He naturally smells good.

And unexpectedly, my lady part throbbed.

My eyes widened in shock.

What is wrong with me?

"No, Sav. Stop it," I said to myself like a fool and forced myself to close my eyes.

The next morning, the smell of bacon and veggies flowed into the air. When I opened my eyes, I felt like I was still dreaming. I had to rub my eyes a few times to see if I was really seeing a tattooed hunk man carrying a tray full of food in the doorway.

My eyes aren't playing tricks on me; it was just Silas.

"Good morning, i gynaíka mou," I heard him say, but I couldn't seem to open my mouth because his body is on full display.

Now that it is morning, I can see the ink covering his large and muscular arms more clearly. Those tattoos extended to his massive chest. I can't deny that it's beautiful because it's a mix of tribal patterns, linework, and 3D faces of mythological gods. My hands are itching to run my hands on his skin as my throat runs dry.

It became drier when my eyes dropped to his chiseled six-packs and sharp V-line. I refused to look at his happy trail, knowing what he said to me last night about his size. I feel so sorry for the women that he had been with, because that must hurt.

"You can touch me if you want," he said with a slight Greek accent. He's now standing a few feet away from the bed with the food tray. When I craned my neck, I saw that there's that small smile playing on his lips.

I snapped out of it and my cheeks heated up with embarrassment. Oh, god. I just gawked at him!

I sat up properly and pulled the blanket to my chest. It's just now that I realized that I must've looked bad since it's early in the morning. I tried to smooth out my hair but then he said, "Don't worry, you're already effortlessly beautiful."

I hated how I easily blushed.

"I noticed that I understand what you said last night, and that it is very familiar. It turns out, it was one of the languages that I had to learn because of my former job."

I swallowed.

"What former job?"

"I will answer your question when you eat," he replied huskily and sat down on the bed. The bed is big, but now that he's in the room, it seems to have shrunk.