Silas's heart stopped dead in his chest for a few solid beats before it started once again at a dangerously fast pace, his jaw went slack and dropped. He must look like a fool, completely stunned, with burning red cheeks, frozen to the spot. How could Daria like him? She hardly even knew him, he hardly knew himself? Nobody had ever loved him, not even his own parents, not that he remembered them much. Then before, he could even register what was going on, Daria was jumping up, her legs wrapping around his waist and her arms tangling around his neck. Acting almost on instinct alone, Silas caught her, his arms supporting her frame, his mouth meeting hers. He didn't pull away. Although he didn't entirely know why. Perhaps it was because he had secretly wanted Daria to say that, or perhaps it was because he had been considering telling her the same thing. In any case, he didn't pull away. If anything, he leant into the kiss, the taste of her lips better then anything he had ever tasted before. She was like a drug and he was her biggest addict.