If he could somehow inch his hips back and away, this wouldn’t be quite so disastrous. He took a second to listen to Cassian’s breathing, so that he could judge his movements. It was soft, shallow and even. Just like the other night. When they’d talked. Oh Christ, he was awake. Daizell’s stomach plunged. What could he do now? Simply apologise? Treat it as a joke? Behave as though he thought Cassian was asleep, and they could pretend this hadn’t happened? Pretend he’d just woken up himself, with a lot of yawning?
Laffed
