Elias always thought Cassian was hot. It was an underlying thought that laid in his mind anytime he let himself stare.
So there he was, drooling over Cassian who leaned against the kitchen counter, gorgeous hair tied back, shoulders and arms looking delicious enough to bite on in that loose grey short sleeved top and the checkered pajama pants. Elias did not think he had noticed that the night before. Besides, he was definitely surprised Cassian had that at all in his wardrobe, given his notable neatly strict wears.
Well, his Alpha looked sexy enough to push back the curiosity of what happened the other night with Lisa. And well, the fact Cassian was reading a book rather intensely.
Wait... Elias squinted, drawing closer. The fuck?
"Morning, sweetheart. I've got breakfast cooking." Cassian pulled him closer, hip to hip, to place a kiss on his hair.
