Chapter 44

Silas’s POV

I watch her retreat as she leaves, not once does she turn back to look at me.

Fuck.

She’s definitely pissed again.

I sigh, running my fingers through my hair, messing hours of styling.

But right now, it’s the least important thing on my mind.

I hate to admit it but she’s all I’ve been thinking about since the kiss and I can’t deny anymore the seconds, hours and days I had waited to do that again and I only fucked it up more.

Things are sort of falling into place, she let me kiss her twice without slapping me in the face…

I was winning and yet, why do I feel like a pile of shit right now?

I wipe away the sticky lipstick on my lips unintentionally recalling her soft tender lips, the feel of her silky smooth skin, the heat oozing from her body and god, the moans from her lips.

Fuck, I’m going crazy. She’s going to ruin me.

“Did that just happen?” Lucas asks after seconds.

I forgot he was still th