Silas's POV
As I step forward, I think Theron must have heard my footsteps because he quickly glances at me.
"Ohh, Silas, you're here?" He looks at me from head to toe before saying anything more.
"So this is what you wear when you're at home... But you know, you look extremely adorable right now. I really want to squeeze you in my hug."
"Theron, if you want to show your perverted behavior, then I'm going back to my room."
"No... No, don't go! Sorry."
Since he apologized, I didn't go back and instead sat on the sofa. Seeing me sitting, Theron suddenly gets up and sits on the floor, leaning his back against the sofa—right at my legs.
"Why are you sitting down?"
"I just felt like it," he replied.
Just then, the living room lights went off. I thought the power had gone out, but the TV was still on.
"What is this?"
Then Damon came in, holding glasses of watermelon juice.
