Cassian POV
Lyra dresses quietly.
I really want to know what she’s thinking. Did she enjoy that as much as I did? Are we going to do it again, or was it a one-time thing?
But I don’t want to make her answer a bunch of questions right after s*x. We can talk about it later, when we’ve both had a little time to process what happened.
She adjusts her pants, then turns to face me. She isn’t looking at me, though. Her eyes are averted as she loosens her hair from the elastic holding it and shakes it out. I haven’t seen it loose before. It’s big and curly and dark brown with bits of red in it here and there, and I wish it had been loose when we were f*****g because I would have loved to bury my hands in it.
Next time, the wolf inside me suggests with a sort of primal growl, and I almost hav
