Constantine's eyes drag from my toes up to my head and I fight back a shiver. I'm not sure if it is caused by feeling desired or creeped out. Maybe it's both. This last month has taught me that I don't know anything about my s****l preferences. I've only scratched the surface and Cass is exploring the depths.
Constantine nods to Cass then offers me his hand and says, "Come in."
I fight the urge to look at Cass to seek his approval, instinctually knowing Constantine wouldn't like it. I slide my hand in his and the slight tilt at the side of his mouth tells me he can feel the trembling in my hand. I steel my nerves to look up to his eyes and I can see that my nerves are pleasing him. Of course they would. He lives to be in control, and he couldn't be more in control of this situation. Of m
