Lyra's POV
The moment the bedroom door closes behind us, Cassian has me by the arms.
He backs me into the wall—not painfully, but firmly—and kisses me like he’s been dying for it.
He probably has. I know I have.
I run my hands over his shoulders and down his back, feeling the way his muscles ripple beneath his skin. It’s so satisfying. I love the way he feels. Already my arousal is growing, just because I’m touching him, just because I can smell the woodsmoke scent of him and the sun that’s been absorbed by his skin.
My body wants more, but also, it would be nice to keep kissing for hours. I’m glad that Milo, who’s been so sour and unpleasant since we arrived, decided to crash on the couch. I’m glad Cassian and I are getting this time alone.
It occurs to me that we’ve survived two n
