They had been right.
Cass was exceedingly embarrassed by the actions he had taken.
It was only made worse by the fact that the men had dressed him, cleaned him and the chair up. They had then brought him over to the couch where all three of them could sit, and had pulled him into their laps so that they could pet and gentle him down from whatever the fuck had happened to him.
Cass was in shock. What in the world had overcome him? What had he just done?
Edgar was gently petting his head, stroking his hair while Lucian was rubbing him back. Cass hated how easily this was soothing him. How calm he felt wrapped in the arms of two other men.
He felt his face warm at that thought. Was it the fact that he was in the arms of two men that was making him question everything, or was it the fact that it was these men in particular? Or, was it the fact that he'd never been held like this before, period, and having anyone close to him like this was strange and uncomfortable?
