You and Cassian agreed months ago that these intimate nights had no feelings involved. As you both only needed it to ‘relieve’ yourselves.

You stood in your underwear before the window, marks trailing from your neck down your back from last night, smoking a cigarette. You heard the bedsheets shifting and a pair of arms hooking around your waist. Cassian spoke in a low voice, taking the cigarette from between your lips.

“I thought you said you were gonna quit that.”