“Did it… work for you?” He arched an eyebrow. “Work?” “Are you fed? Or did I accidentally take it all back?” He chuckled, tightening his hold on her. “It worked, trust me.” “Thank God.” Ivy winced. “Sorry, I’ve got to stop doing that.” Massaging her shoulder, but keeping the blanket in place, Silas watched her carefully. “You opened up more that time,” he said after a moment of quiet. “You used your voice and told me what you wanted. That’s a big step.” Worrying her lip between her teeth, she hummed. “I’m not sure I really made the choice though. It just sort of… came out.”
