CASSIAN
My lips thinned. Furrows marred my brows.
Blue eyes.
Black hair that reminded me of someone, and smooth pink cheeks—too pink for a boy.
Little feet covered in blue socks.
My eyes flickered to Ayla's briefly, then back to the slender blonde with half an ass, and the little pink-cheeked handsomeness in her arms.
I didn't move. Neither did she.
We just stood there in the glow of her fucking nice apartment that smelled like everything great, except for cherry blossom shampoo.
A wave of dizziness shot through me.
I had no idea if it was from the splitting headache or the loss of blood that was blaring its red sign in my face.
Eyes barely holding her gaze.
My knees felt like a chocolate puddle.
"Maybe you need to walk back to the sofa and sit down before you drop dead on my floor."
A hint of concern in her voice.
I held onto the rail at the bottom of the stairs, fingers brushing hers slightly as I steadied myself.
