Edgar was fighting against most of his instincts. In all of his desire to be the one that Cass could rely on, he'd forgotten one tiny detail.
Cass was pale, skinny, and he looked like a little treat ready to be eaten as soon as he revealed a collarbone. His body was scandalous. Sin without him even trying. Edgar's mouth watered as he imagined Cass in some of that flimsy material that was coming into fashion. There were a few, and the more popular women and men who worked for the Vespertine family paid their weight in gold for a few meters of the fabric.
Edgar had touched it on a visit to the brothels. He'd always been in charge of the more…seedy parts of the Vespertine family. When he'd touched the fabric it had brought images to his mind that he had to tuck deep inside of him and repent to the gods to.
