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Sierra reached out and took Silas's hand. She studied his face. A blush rose to her pale cheeks and she stretched up and planted her own lips on his. The world stopped. Silas's face began to heat up, his face turning beet red. Time seemed to stretch on forever. Just then, Silas remembered. Ever so gently, he brought his gloved hand up to her face, brushed her hair behind her ears, though he didn't know why he did that, and pushed her face away from his. His heart groaned. He'd been enjoying that.

"Umm..." He fumbled. "I-It's not that I didn't like that. But you sh-shouldn't touch me. Remember? My skin is dangerous. If you touch me for too long... even... if it's k-k-kissing... I'll drain your energy and I'll knock you completely unconscious. I... umm..." Silas fumbled again. He didn't know how to explain himself. He very much wanted it to happen again, but he knew how dangerous he was. It was why he wore gloves, why he didn't get too close to anyone, even Firvin. His touch was dangerous. "I'm sorry." He finally said. "I've wanted this to happen f-for so long... I... I guess I'm not sure what to do from here. I... I would very much like it, if... if w-we could do th-that again some other time. Once I've figured out how to turn off my draining powers." Silas finished, stumbling over his words and blushing brighter than he thought physically possible.