He doesn’t turn around, instead he grabs my arms around him and holds me there tightly.
“You are my angel,” he whispers with a crack to his voice that makes me fight back tears.
He loosens his grip on me, so I slide around to sit next to him. We stare at each other for a few seconds with him not saying a word while wearing the saddest expression I’ve ever seen.
I place my hand over his. “You okay?”
He inhales a deep breath, then shakes his head and goes back to staring at his bottle.
I scoot closer to him, placing my head on his shoulder. Instantly, his head falls to mine, and we sit there, just holding each other.
I feel a hand rub my back, so I sit up to see Myles standing there.
“Glad you’re here.”
“Of course,” I respond, looking at Silas, then at Myles. I mouth,What happened?
He looks at the back of Silas, then at me and shrugs as he mouths,It’s the job.
I exhale a deep breath, not sure what to do. I’ve had to console friends who broke up with boyfriends or other minor things, but I’ve never been in a situation where I helped someone who lived through something devastating, and all I can think about is how bad this must be.
What I’m not understanding is, why is Silas taking it so much harder than everyone else?
Myles walks away, and I turn my attention back to Silas.
Leaning in, I place my head on his shoulder. “Want to talk about it?”
He shakes his head, bringing the bottle up to his lips and grimacing at the taste. I reach for it and feel it’s nowhere near cold anymore.
“How long have you been here?”
He shrugs. “No clue.”
“Can I take you home?”
He looks at me, his eyes so sad that they bring a whole new level to the phrasepuppy-dog eyes, only instead of making you smile, they hurt you deep into your soul.
When he doesn’t say anything, I place my hand on his cheek. “Let’s get you home, okay?”
He nods, and I lean in to kiss him, just holding my lips there, hoping I can give him the strength he needs to stand up.
I place my forehead on his. “Is your truck here?”
He shakes his head. “Myles came to pick me up at home.”
“Okay, good. Let’s go there then.”
He nods and stands up.
A good-looking guy walks up to me, who is obviously older than us, but not by a ton, and he holds his hand out to me. “I’m Asher. You must be Kara.”
I grin as I shake his hand. “Hi. Nice to meet you.”
“Thanks for being here for him.” He motions toward Silas, who is taking out his wallet to pay, but Asher stops him. “Don’t worry about it tonight. It’s on me. You just get home and let this pretty woman love on you.”
Silas looks at him, then at me as a slight smile graces his face. He reaches for my hand, bringing it to his lips, then says to Asher, “Yes, sir.”
Asher punches him in his arm playfully, giving me the feeling this is an ongoing joke about their age difference.
