NOAH
Before I could even say something back,
Cassian's grip on my arm was ironclad, not bruising but unyielding, steering me through the dim living room toward the bedroom door while his other hand carried the large box.
My head throbbed, a mix of the alcohol fading and whatever the hell had been slipped into my drink lingering like a fever in my veins.
I wanted to shove him away, to scream at him for showing up like some dark knight when he'd ignored me for days, but my body betrayed me, leaning into his solid heat just to stay upright.
He kicked the bedroom door open with his foot, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the quiet space.
The king-sized bed loomed ahead, sheets crisp and white under the low glow of the bedside lamps.
Cassian didn't say a word at first, just maneuvered me to the edge of the mattress and pushed me down onto it. I landed on my back with a huff, the silk comforter cool against my overheated skin. He dropped the box on the nightstand.
