Lyra POV
The fire is burning low. Cassian is asleep—he has been for a while, snoring softly.
“It was nice of him to let me borrow some clothes,” Milo says.
“They’re too big on you, though.” My fingers are at the hem of his shorts. We’ve been moving closer and closer to each other for a while now, flirting with possibilities, and I don’t know what might happen, but I’m interested in finding out. “We’ll have to go find you something that’s a better fit tomorrow.”
He nods.
“I’m not in any hurry. These are fine for now.”
I slide my whole hand into his pants, resting my palm against his hip.
“They’re really way too big.”
He looks at me. His green eyes look electric in the moonlight, and his hair is casting shadows on his angular face.
“Are you his, Lyra?”
“Cassian’s?”
He nods.
“No,
