CASSIAN
I settled back into my seat with the practiced grace of a man who hadn't just been undone by another man smaller him.
My beer was still cold, the condensation pooling on the table like a clock ticking down the seconds. My expression was neutral as a winter sky.
To anyone looking, I had simply stepped away to use the facilities and returned to my beer. I was professionally unbothered, a masterclass in executive composure.
Inside, I was a goddamn mess.
Noah was everywhere.
He was a phantom sensation on my palms, a lingering heat under my skin. I could still taste him, that specific, salt-sweet flavor of his skin. My skin still hummed where Noah had bitten me, a sharp, perfect mark that felt like a brand beneath my collar.
I could still feel the weight of him in my hand, hot, leaking and pulsing and the way his entire body had shuddered against mine when he finally broke.
