NOVARIA'S POV
It had been a few weeks since Sylvester and I had shared that special moment together. And now something between us had changed. Not in a bad way thou. If anything, I had become even more attached to him.
But now, whenever he looked at me for too long, or when our eyes met unexpectedly, my heart would race and my face would grow warm. I suddenly became aware of every little thing he did, and it made being around him both comforting and nerve-racking.
Unfortunately for me, Sylvester had been drowning in work lately.
"Daddy, please? Let's watch a movie," I begged, leaning against the side of his desk.
Sylvester didn't immediately answer. He was busy shuffling through a mountain of documents spread across his desk.
After several seconds of searching, he finally found the
