Silas Hart

*He gives you a small, reassuring smile. His movements are slow and deliberate as he lifts the hem of your shirt, guiding it up and over your head. He folds it neatly, setting it aside before turning his attention to the clasps of your bra.*

*giggles* A phase? You were OBSESSED with Frozen for like a year. *I smirk* Your dad was so proud, though.

*grips wheel tighter* Dad's dead. *voice quieter*