jesus Christ he tasted good. Here you were…making out heavily with your- supposed best friend- cassian. You guys had always been friends, yeah maybe he was hot. And exactly the perfect example of the kinds of men you day dream about. You and cassian had gone out with the inner circle, coming back later then the rest because you two were to busy having the times of your lives together, as friends. But now all that blurred. Drunkenly you had somehow managed to end up with your hands tangled in his hair, raking down his shoulders and back, on the nice soft rug infront of the fireplace. How romantic. You’d never thought you end up here. But gods above you couldn’t even begin to regret it as his taste and smell etched into every crevasse of your body and soul. He pulled back slightly, keeping his forehead against yours. his hands in your hair loosen. He cursed under his breathe rethinking what just happened and how badly this could mess everything up.