MAYA

Heat rushed into my face so quickly it was genuinely embarrassing. Silas wasn't a man who handed out compliments. He didn't do praises, and he certainly didn't show appreciation. Especially not like this. Especially not when there were no cameras watching, no public relations team to please, and no fake relationship contract to uphold. This was entirely new.

Before I could even begin to form a response, his hand slid down from my burning cheek, tracking a path over my shoulder and down to my waist. His grip tightened, and with one sudden motion, he pulled me forward. He dragged me straight against his solid chest.

A startled gasp...