SILAS

The world around us had blurred. I didn't care who was watching. I didn't care about the cameras or Matthew. There was only the taste of her and the way she was clutching the lapels of my jacket like I was the only thing keeping her upright.

"Okay, okay! I get it," Matthew’s voice broke through the haze, sounding annoyed and slightly breathless. "She’s yours, Silas. Message received. Spare the rest of us the live show."

I didn't stop. I couldn't. I leaned into her, my hand sliding from her waist to the back of her neck, deepening the kiss.

Matthew’s footsteps finally faded. I should have pulled away...