Cass looked so damn pretty. Lucian was sure he was falling in love in earnest. He'd never been in love before, but he'd never wanted to know everything about a person like this before either.
Not even with Fiona had he felt this pull. Admittedly, he'd felt a little bit of this before when he'd first joined the group. He was curious about Cass, or Cassian then, but instead of being a grown up, he'd challenged him to fights.
It was the only time he'd been able to get a rise out of him back then. Watching his pretty little face shift slightly into an even deeper displeasure. Gods, he loved watching the way his face would shift, his shoulders would straighten, and he'd get this sharp look in his eyes…
Yeah, maybe there was a reason evil usually got tacked onto the front of his title. Eh. No one alive was able to remind him of that.
He shouldn't get distracted. Not when he had a messy, sweaty Cass on top of him.
