Chapter Forty-Eight

“Why is it that action movies are always so unrealistic?” Silas mused as he lay on the couch, his head in my lap and my one hand running through his hair. I snorted in amusement and tugged on his locks playfully.

“Because if they were realistic they would be very boring movies.” I chuckled and sipped the last of my milkshake, pouting that it was all gone. Silas laughed at me and ran his hand over my bare calf, looking up at me with a teasing smile.

“You’re cute when you pout my dear.” I huffed and stuck my tongue out at him before smiling as I reached for the rest of my meal from the diner and finished it, making sure I didn’t drop anything on Silas.

“And you are tense and pretending you’re not. It’s- aaach!” I stopped mid-sentence and screamed, my body tensing and feeling like there was fire in my skin as I drop