Cassian’s POV
Three days.
Three goddamn days, and every breath still tasted like her.
I woke up hard, reaching for warm skin that wasn’t there. The sheets on the left side of the bed were untouched now, but I hadn’t washed them. I couldn’t.
They still carried the faint trace of her vanilla, sweat, s*x. I’d buried my face in them last night like a pathetic addict, stroking myself to the memory of her riding me slow and filthy, walls clenching around my c**k as she came with my name on her lips.
She’d looked me in the eye afterward and said it meant nothing.
Just s*x.
Liar.
I knew what nothing felt like. Nothing didn’t leave bite marks on your shoulder. Nothing didn’t make you come so hard your vision whited out. Nothing didn’t walk away with your release still dripping down her th
