AURORA’S POV
“Come in,” Silas said, the door open, his eyes going up and down my body.
I blushed, stepping inside and trying to avoid his gaze. Stepping inside, I took in the apartment. It was just as sparse as Owen’s. Definitely a bachelor’s pad. A black leather couch and a giant wooden coffee table with matching end tables. On the coffee table sat a bowl of what looked like wooden ornaments. The only touch of décor in the entire apartment. It needed a woman’s touch.
“Your place is nice,” I offered as a way to make conversation now that the door was shut behind me and I was officially alone with Silas in his domain.
“It’s kind of boring to me. But thank you.”
“Boring?”
I turned to see him shrugging. “There’s not a homey feel to it. Sometimes, it feels like a place to sleep until I f
