Cass found himself in a new set of pajamas since his last set had been dirtied, somehow. He was dazed, rewashed by the large but careful hands of Lucian, and he was sitting on the sofa again. He was kind of slumped against Lucian's shoulder and the edge of the sofa.
He could feel how warm his face felt, along with how loose and relaxed his body was. Lucian was chuckling, reaching over to cup Cass' cheek.
"You can go to bed, sweetness. You don't need to remain awake." His voice was soft, tender, but Cass was resistant. Partially because he said he was going to study, and damnit, he wanted to. Even if he couldn't really raise his arms right now and the thick, heavy book sat in his lap like a damn weight.
He also felt guilty. If he went to bed before Edgar got back, it would be up to Lucian to explain everything that happened and Cass was sure he would brag. There was no doubt in his mind that the other man would and Cass didn't want to deal with a sulky Edgar two days in a row.
