Cass had never felt this way before. Well, correction, the last time he had felt like this he'd also had a huge dose of fear coursing through his veins so he wasn't as aware of how good it had felt.
In fact, every time prior where he had kissed someone else, an overarching terror about the whole fucking situation he found himself in had tainted it. Leaving it not quite a good memory, even in his old life.
He hadn't kissed anyone then, but there had been times, briefly, when he thought someone might want to kiss him. Cass was man enough to admit that he had run like a little bitch every time. He hadn't needed a partner. He had his sister, and his soon to be bigger family.
That was all he had needed.
In this world? He didn't have his sister, he didn't have family, and even the men he was kissing didn't fully satisfy the need he had inside of him. He was also ignoring that, and refusing to look at the need head on.
