Silas grinned against her lips at her words, his heart fluttering in his chest at the way she spoke to him. Nobody had ever called him beautiful before, but from Daria's lips, he would kill to hear her say it once more in that perfect voice of hers. He pulled out of the kiss, moving to trail kisses along her jawline, down her neck, savouring the taste of her skin on his lips, all of the pretty sounds that she made for him. He had only known her for a matter of days, yet she already had him wrapped around her little finger and he honestly had no place he would rather be.