I stayed in that position, trying to remember what planet I was on, and that my lungs actually needed oxygen. It was Cassius’s self-satisfied chuckling that finally forced me to look up as he got to his feet again. “Pick up the books,” he said, grabbing my chin and pressing a chaste kiss to my lips. “And meet me at the table.” And there I stood — dick out, pants undone, chest heaving, watching the boy of my dreams step over the pile of books and turn the corner like he didn’t just come in and wreck my fucking world.
