Alex wasn’t sure if Cassian remembered saying he would only stay for half an hour. If he did, he didn’t let on. The meal itself took them more or less twenty minutes, and when that was done, Cassian insisted—passionately so—to clean up in the kitchen afterwards, much to Alex's surprise. Much like all the other time limits that Cassian had set in the past, the 30-minute deadline passed by effortlessly.
Alex curiously watched Cassian from the couch as the man meticulously scrubbed the countertop. He had folded the sleeves of his shirt to avoid them getting wet, and was wearing blue rubber gloves. If anything, it just made it harder for Alex to keep his eyes away.
But that wasn’t the reason why he was closely observing the man. Just a while ago, when they were eating, Alex had felt somethi
