Silas had been watching Ivy the whole time. Her ears were pink from embarrassment, and the sight made his heart skip a beat.
She looked so soft, so beautiful, especially with her pink hair tied into a messy bun. A few strands had fallen loose and rested gently on her glowing skin, which had a thin layer of sweat from the summer heat.
Holding the lunchbox in her hands, her eyes filled with worry, and her ears still slightly red, she looked like a fresh peach.
Sweet. Juicy. He suddenly wanted to hug her, or maybe even take a bite of her. His mind flashed back to when she hugged him a week ago in the car. The memory made his chest feel warm.
Without thinking, Silas leaned toward her as if dizzy. "Ugh…" he let out a soft sound and stumbled a little.
Ivy immediately reached out to catch him, worried. Henry's words came back to her: he hasn't eaten or slept well in six days. Maybe Silas was seriously weak?
