CASSIAN
I laughed. Low. Then menacingly.
I leaned in closer until our noses almost touched. Slightly. Breathlessly. "And who would that be?"
"Millie, of course."
With an irritating sense of acquiesce, I came to one conclusion. Only this woman had my attention.
Only this Ayla fucking Thorne could have my attention.
My hand on her arm fell, brushed against her skin, and stayed on her waist. She almost pulled away, like my hand did not belong there.
My grip tightened.
"You can expect her."
Her eyes widened, then narrowed. "Sounds like there's a condition."
I smirked darkly because I felt the balls in my sack grow warm. They needed a release.
"After you've told me you miss me."
She shook her head, and our noses touched. However innocent it was on her part, it sent a flood of heat straight to my groin.
"I don't miss men who play with women's bodies and disappear."
I pulled her closer and pressed my face to the back of her neck.
