Elias was avoiding Cassian. Well, he is trying to.
He timed his bathroom breaks for when Cassian was on the phone. He pretended to sleep whenever Cassian walked into a room. He even hid in the stocked pantry at one point, crouched with his hands over his head.
All because of… Cassian.
Elias couldn't even think of him without feeling like his soul short-circuited. Cassian, however, didn't get the memo. He followed Elias. Everywhere.
Kitchen? He was there... Smug
Hallway? Cassian matched his pace like a shadow.
Living room? Cassian sat right beside him, thigh-to-thigh, not even pretending to scroll his phone.
Every time Elias moved, Cassian's gaze tracked him, calm and predatory, like a hunting wolf.
It didn't help that Elias still smelled like him. Or that Cassian's stupid clothes were soft and huge on him. Or that there was a part of him that desired to reach that level of orgasm once again. Ugh!
