The next morning was hectic for a couple of reasons.
First, Cass and Edgar had been entangled with each other, both men wrapped around the other even though Cass had fallen asleep very much separated from the man on the king-sized bed. Cass had been embarrassed that they had gotten so close while they had slept, and then remembered that Gideon was still in the room with them.
Not only that, he was reading a book that even Lucian found a little risqué.
When Cass sat up in bed, his heart racing, his face flushed, he found Gideon still in the same position that he had left him in, his eyes focused. He noticed Cass' movements, glancing over.
As soon as they made eye contact, Cass watched Gideon's face go red. He dropped his gaze back to the book, and Cass watched him swallow. Fuck.
Cass needed to speak to the man. It was a good thing that Edgar slept like the dead.
