He saw me, and he did not hurry.
Cassian pulled out of the blonde slow enough that I heard it. Wet. Obscene. She whimpered at the loss. He reached for the throw on Noelle’s chair and knotted it at his waist, and the knot did nothing. The shape of him was still there, thick, heavy, tenting the cloth, the head of him a dark press against cotton that had not been made for this. I had already seen it bare. Covering it only made my mouth remember the shine.
“How long,” he said.
My hand was still on the knob. “I heard—”
“How long were you watching me f**k her.”
“A minute. Less. I thought it was Noelle’s door and I—”
“You opened it.” He stepped off the bed. The blonde pushed up on her elbows, lipstick gone, glaring at me like I had stolen a cab. Leah. I knew her from a campus story Noelle h
