They didn't get up to anything truly dangerous in the carriage ride back home. Cass thought about it, but Lucian was the one who kept his hands to himself. His kisses were anything but controlled, and they told Cass that Lucian wanted more, but he held back.
Cass wasn't sure why, but his head was swimming with thoughts of Lucian by the time that they pulled back in front of the house. Cass knew that the others had to be waiting outside, but he needed a moment to gather himself.
To attempt to cover up the blush that stained his cheeks and hide the results of what kissing Lucian in the carriage had done to him.
