Silver didn’t need telling twice: he planted himself in his chair, close enough that he could inhale her scent. She smelled of something sweet and fresh, like wild roses or a sunrise in spring. He longed to bury his face in that luxurious hair, just breathe her in.
This was a woman that he’d happily drive across state lines for and if she was from Omaha, he’d make damn sure that he needed to come out this way and visit Roberta more than three or four times a year. Silver could definitely invent reasons to come back to Nebraska for ‘work’ – you bet he could. For Ana, he could do a lot, even if he didn’t totally comprehend why he wanted to do anything at all.
Jesus Christ man… you haven’t even asked her a single personal question, let alone kissed her. Get a goddamn grip, open your mouth,
