Holly Wyatt was completely captivated by the warmth of his fingertips.
She felt her heart pound faster and faster, a blush spreading across the cheeks he held.
"Holly... Wyatt..." Silas pressed her fingertip to his throat. His Adam's apple bobbed, and her finger moved up and down with the motion. He spoke slowly, making sure she could read his lips.
Holly Wyatt's eyes fluttered, and her lips parted once more. "Ha..."
'There's a sound! There's a sound! I knew I wasn't mistaken! She made a sound!'
Her large, dark eyes, like grapes, were fixed on him, a slow smile spreading across her face.
She opened her mouth again, trying to say her name.
But no matter how hard she tried, she could only manage a single syllable. The sound was so faint, even she couldn't hear it.
Watching Holly try again and again, Silas's grip on her fingers tightened.
Startled by the sudden pressure, Holly looked up at him, blinking rapidly.
