He had no intentions of ever proposing to her. Ever. He wasn't interested in ever marrying anyone, let alone her. While his parents were married, their marriage was best described as shaky. At worst, he had laid awake for hours sometimes listening to the screams and shouts of his mother and father through the walls of their home. His brothers and sisters had lived in fear of upsetting their parents and Silas had been quick to get out as quickly as possible. But Evelyn didn't need to know he was planning on keeping her around but without marriage in the future.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"Huh? Oh, right."</span> </i>Was she ditsy? Yes. Was she gorgeous and could suck a golf ball through a garden hose? Yes. Guess what kept him with her.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"I'm sure putting in a dishwasher will add to the resale value. Plus, doing dishes by hand not only causes my skin to crack, but I'd be unable to submerge my manicure in hot water for more than a minute."</span> </i>He gave a small smirk at that. He never understood why women spent money on such frivolous things like manicures or pedicures. He clipped his nails and kept them clean. Done. He imagined that most men felt the same but, a mental shrug, whatever kept the women happy he supposed.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">"Oh, we can't have that can we?"</span></i>He teased her, giving her bottom a light smack.<br/><br/>She turned to him and gave him a slight kiss on the lips in which he returned eagerly. Her lips were always delicious<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">,</span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"Hey, how about we really make this our home by 'christening' it, hm?" </span></i>She followed her words with a wink and a handful of his crotch in her hand through the loose fabric of his gym shorts. He had been at the gym before coming here. He sucked in a quick breath and nodded shakily, all thoughts of trying to bail out of helping her get the place situated abandoned as he thought only of getting in to her pants and fucking her silly until neither one of them could walk right.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"Come on," </span></i>A whiny tone had entered her voice but he ignored it for the promise of sex. Grabbing his hand she began to tug him down the hallway and toward the bedroom. He followed eagerly. The fact that the bedroom contained absolutely no furniture or even a bed sheet did not in the least deter him. Soon, he took the lead by grabbing her and lifting her up in his arms, smacking a hard kiss on her lips as he did so when she squealed in delight.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"Let's make our first night here a special one, what do you say?" </span></i>He chuckled and kicked open the door to the bedroom. Setting her down, he gave her ass another smack and looked at her pointedly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">"<i>How about you get on those pretty knees and say hello to your favorite friend eh?"</i></span>