Silas could see how confused Chloe was. He felt the shift between them, but he wasn't sure if she was ready to acknowledge it. So, he chose to play it cool, for now.
Chloe's breath caught in her throat at Silas' words. She forced herself to smile, hoping it didn't show how much his words and actions rattled her.
Silas stepped forward, his hand still lingering in the air after brushing Chloe's hair behind her ear. For a moment, neither of them said anything, the soft night breeze carrying the faint sound of distant traffic. Chloe stood still, her gaze locked with his, but her thoughts raced in a thousand directions.
Chloe could feel the warmth of his hand still hovering near her face, and every nerve in her body was telling her to step away, break the moment before it overwhelmed her. Yet, her feet stayed firmly planted, as if some part of her wasn't ready to let go.
