CASSIAN'S POV
I’ve never wanted something I wasn’t allowed to touch this badly.
The worst part is knowing that the only thing stopping me is my own grip on this wreckage I call control.
My back aches for relief, but I don't move. I don't want to wake her, even though I should.
Here she lies, sleeping peacefully while I sit here burning from the inside out.
This is good. This peace. When she wakes up, it'll all go to s**t.
Half of me prays she doesn't remember anything from last night, but I know she will. That damn overqualified brain of hers won't just let this go.
She'll want answers, but I can't give her that. How awful will it be to look in her eyes and say that the reason we can't be together is because I'm a f*****g coward?
So I just sit here, memorising every perfect c
