SOPHIA’S POV
My breath hitched as his lips met mine.
The kiss was soft at first, hesitant and careful. He pulled back slowly and looked at me once before kissing me again.
This time, harder and full of something I couldn’t name. Maybe it was because people were watching. Or perhaps because he wanted to prove to Silas he’d claimed what was his.
I kissed him back and his hands moved to my waist and pulled me in closer.
The kiss felt … good.
When he finally pulled away, his breath was shallow. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, his eyes dark.
“Smile,” he whispered through clenched teeth. “They’re still looking.”
So I did.
I smiled, even though my insides were twisting, and even though I felt Silas’s gaze like a blade to the back of my neck.
And I smiled because if I didn’t, I
