Holly Wyatt had just written two words when she heard Silas Thornton's thoughts. Her hand trembled, the pen fell to the floor, and her eyes widened in utter shock.
'Heat?'
'Silas Thornton's heat!??'
Before Holly Wyatt could process this, she felt a whooshing gust of wind beside her.
It was the wind stirred up by Silas Thornton's swishing tail.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
'Awooo~ The tail! Tuck it in! Tuck it in! Awooo~'
Holly Wyatt didn't even have to turn her head to know Silas Thornton's tail was thrashing about anxiously. It seemed to have a mind of its own—soft, yet striking out wildly.
His tail brushed against her arm several times, a ticklish sensation that raised a layer of goosebumps.
'Awooo~ This feels awful! Awooo!!'
Silas Thornton's jaw was clenched. A deep flush appeared on his cold, stern face, and a blush spread from the tips of his ears down to his neck.
Veins bulged on his neck, and you could faintly see the blood pulsing beneath the skin.
