CASSIUS'S POINT OF VIEW
We start dressing, but I’m kind of slow because I can’t stop stealing glances at him, at his bruised body, at how his muscles flex as he takes his clothes on, even the way he does it it’s sexy... who the f**k makes dressing look sexy?
He finishes dressing, and to avoid asking him to undress, I decide to focus on other matters.
“Adam, how much did you pay for all of this? I want to pay you back.”
“Nothing, and don’t insist.” His voice is abnormally sexy on a normal basis, but now it reached new levels. It sounds croaky as if he has a sore throat, which he most probably has, and it has that roughness that makes my skin turn into goosebumps.
Not the point, Cassius!
“Adam, I guess it was very expensive, so I want to pay for it.” I insist as he goes and takes a sea
