Alexander’s POV
Cassidy drags the gilded mirror from the corner of the room to the foot of our bed. I watched him curiously when he declined my help in moving the furniture. If the thing hadn’t had wheels, I would’ve ignored his protests.
“Sit down,” he instructed, pushing at my shoulders until I was seated on the edge of the covers.
My eyes were practically glued to his fingers as he carefully unbuttoned his shirt, exposing the pale skin beneath fabric. I twitched in my pants.
Cass dropped the garment on the floor and started on unlacing his trousers. Subconsciously, I had already unbuttoned my own shirt and was now reaching for my pants.
“Don’t touch yourself,” he commanded. Somewhere in my throat came a frustrated whine, but I obeyed. To keep from defying my very s
