“Do you hate me, Cassius?” “You know I do.” His voice was hard, his face was hard, even his dick was hard. But the flicker of emotion behind that carefully cultivated facade, the way his grip tightened on my shirt... I didn’t have to have divination powers to know he was fucking lying. “That’s a shame,” I said, my lips brushing across his lightly. “Because I’m starting to kind of like you.”
