It was a brief moment of intimacy, not even a real kiss. Like a feather brushing against Silas Norwood's face.
"I just think... something so private shouldn't be done in front of other people."
Celia Sterling's voice was quiet, just loud enough to reach Silas Norwood's ears.
She was clearly embarrassed. She released her arms and slid off him. Silas Norwood didn't move. It was too dark to see his expression, but the sense of distance created by his strange mood receded like the tide. His large, well-defined hand rested on Celia Sterling's slender waist, gentle yet firm. The familiar feeling of intimacy returned.
"Cece." His voice was slightly hoarse.
Celia Sterling hummed a quiet "mhm."
"I'm thirty-one," Silas Norwood said very slowly, his voice growing even hoarser. "I'm too old to play these youthful games of avoiding the important issues."
'Avoiding the important issues?'
