Cassian:
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I’m still burning when I step out of Angela’s room.
As disappointed as I am at her for kicking me out after responding to my kiss like she craved me to, I know I couldn't have stayed any longer, because I was on the verge of losing it; the need to just reach out and rip her clothes and claim what’s mine was overwhelming, but something—restraint, respect, guilt, whatever the hell it is—holds me back.
Now every breath feels thick, like smoke from a fire I started and can’t put out.
Her scent clings to me—wild rose, faint coffee, and that spark that only my mate could carry.
My lips still tingle from the taste of her, my heart pounding from the echo of her silence.
She still didn’t say a word after I told her she was mine. Not one damn word.
And that silence… It's f*****g
