Chapter 22
Rosalie
LEGO bricks lay scattered across the coffee table. Silas sat across from me, his brows furrowed in concentration. He had no idea how handsome he really was.
Chiseled with marble, crafted by the Gods. Only the hands of a true artist could’ve created someone as beautiful as Silas. My heart skipped a beat, admiring him while he merely existed, of all things.
When had I become so head over heels for him?
“Okay, my little LEGO builder extraordinaire,” he teased, “which one of us is going to construct the perfect rose? After all, it’s meant to be a bouquet.”
I giggled. I never pictured myself as much of a LEGO builder, yet we recently discovered it was something we both enjoyed doing.
It helped pass the time, and it was something we could do together—a newfound hobby we both seemed a bit infatuated with.
This LEGO build in particular was special, at least to me.
Since Silas always brought me flowers that kept dying, he got me this LEGO rose bouquet because LEGO’s never died. It was sweet; at least, I thought so.
How romantic.
“Okay, so… this piece goes here,” I declared, half looking at the directions while reaching out for a red brick. Silas leaned in closer, brushing against me. My heart skipped a beat.
“Here—this is for the stem.” He grinned, handing me a green piece.
“Mmm, thank you.” I giggled, our hands touched and the brief contact made my heart sputter.
I love him so much.
“May the best builder win… but remember, your rose has to be worthy of my award-winning bouquet, or no dancing for you,” Silas quipped, smirking across the coffee table.
“Oh, is that how it is?” I playfully retorted with narrow eyes. “Well, I think you’re going to feel really embarrassed when you realize you can’t compete with my building skills.”
Silas chuckled. “We will see about that…”
After an hour, our bouquet was coming together quite nicely.
I was rather pleased with each rose I was able to build.
Placing them into the plastic vase one after the other.
Silas wasn’t nearly as efficient as I was, but I suppose his roses were pretty good too.
“Mkay, I think… that is it.” I smiled, placing the final rose into the vase.
“Well, I believe your reputation exceeds itself.” He grinned.
My eyes followed Silas as he stood. He held his hand out to me. “Well, I suppose you’ve earned a dance, haven’t you?”
I giggled. Taking his hand, I pulled him into a hug. “Thank you.”
“Go get your shoes.” He gestured.
I pulled away, putting on my ballet shoes while he got out his violin.
I simply loved hearing him play. Though he would argue that he loved playing for me more.
Silas shifted his posture, playing a beautiful tune as I began dancing around him.
I couldn’t help but smile. His eyes followed me, watching every graceful move I made across the small dance floor he’d crafted just for me.
And when the song came to an end, he set his violin down. Playing classical music from the TV instead. Pulling me in his embrace, he leaned down and kissed my nose.
I giggled.
“You’re truly exquisite, Rosalie,” he whispered.
“You’re not bad yourself,” I shifted on pointe to reach his lips and give him a peck on the lips.
He smiled, slowly dancing alongside me. “I can’t wait until I can see you dance on a big stage.”
“That’s the dream,” I replied as he spun me around.
“I’ll make all your dreams come true, princess.”
“And what if you’re my dream?”
Silas lifted his hand, cupping my cheek. He pulled me in for a soft and passionate kiss.
Soon, I would be free to dance to my heart’s content. Soon, I would get to start anew with Silas, and in truth, I wanted nothing more.