Elias lay awake longer than he meant to.bThe ceiling above his bed had a faint crack near the corner, a shadow cast by the streetlight outside but his thoughts refused to settle. They kept circling back to the same moment.
Cassian's hand around his, the weight and the warmth of it. The way his voice had dropped when he asked if he was okay.
Elias groaned softly and rolled onto his side, pressing his face into the pillow like that might smother the memory.
He had screwed up. Somehow. That was the only explanation that made sense.
He had gone out of his way not to touch the plot, and yet Cassian Moretti had looked at him like he used to. That wasn't supposed to happen.
