Kiara's POV
My brain short-circuited.
Because here's the thing—I'd imagined this moment. A lot. More than I'd ever admit out loud. In the dark, in my bunk, when sleep wouldn't come and my mind wandered places it shouldn't.
But I had not imagined him fucking catatonic twenty minutes ago and then suddenly very awake and handsy.
But life's a bitch like that.
"Cas," I breathed, and even I heard how unsteady my voice came out. "You're not—you're not in your right mind right now."
His hands slid up my back, fingers tracing my spine through the thin fabric of my shirt. Even through the material, his touch burned.He didn't have to do anything and I would melt… just his being was so fucking intoxicating.
"I know exactly what I want," he murmured, and okay, that sounded way too coherent for someone who'd been staring into the void ten minutes ago.
