(feel free to skip if you don't want to read Cyan and Cassie doing 18 rated stuff)
CYAN
The hardwood floor was cold against my back, but I didn't feel it.
Every nerve ending in my skin felt scorched, burning alive under the heavy weight of Cassian's body as he pressed me down.
The air in the room was thick with the scent of whiskey, sweat, and desperate, unyielding need.
We had crossed lines before.
We had stripped away the polite boundaries of friendship a hundred times in the dark, using each other's bodies to drown out the noise of prison, the ghosts of the past, and the lonely, hollow ache of our separate lives.
But this time, after everything he had said, after he had looked me dead in the eye and confessed that his mind was still entirely haunted by Noah... it felt different.
It felt heavier.
It felt like a trap we were both walking into with our eyes wide open, knowing it would bleed us dry by morning, and yet neither of us cared enough to stop.
