When Psychos Collide - Chapter 8

Chapter 8 The Kiss He Couldn't Resist Cassian smiled now that I had finally made a request from him, a flicker of light flashing across his eyes. " You're finally asking me for something." Then, he frowned slightly, sounding a little dissatisfied. "You can take a bath, but you'll have to call me something else." I feigned awkwardness as I spoke the name I'd already whispered to myself countless times. "Cassian..." His eyes lit up with joy the instant his name fell from my lips. "Good girl." Then, he reached down and unlocked the chain around my ankle.

The cold metal slipped away, and I was finally free. His fingertips gently brushed over the faint red marks the shackles had left on my skin. "You can bathe, but don't even think about running away. I'm not letting you go." I nodded obediently and meekly. 'Run away? I came here with no intention of leaving!' _I wandered into the bathroom and deliberately took my time. Once I figured enough time had passed, I turned off the shower and casually wrapped a towel loosely around myself, leaving my fair shoulders and graceful neckline exposed.

After taking a deep breath in front of the mirror, I raised my voice in carefully practiced hesitation, stammering, '"'C-Cassian... could you come in fora second?" His reply came almost instantly. "What is it?" The bathroom door cracked open, and Cassian appeared outside. I clutched the towel tightly against my chest as I lowered my eyes in feigned embarrassment. "I-I forgot to bring my pajamas." As I spoke, I put on the most bashful expression I could manage while secretly watching his reflection in the mirror from the corner of my eye.

Sure enough, his gaze landed on my bare shoulder, and the tips of his ears flushed bright red. I smiled to myself in silent triumph. Several seconds passed without a response. Nevertheless, I pretended to be oblivious to his turmoil as I softly called out to him, "Cassian? Cassian?" He immediately snapped back to reality, his voice rough with want. "I'll get them for you." The words had barely left his mouth before he all but fled. I couldn't help but chuckle quietly as I leaned against the bathroom wall, my anticipation growing stronger.

Cassian was waiting outside by the time I emerged from the bathroom dressed in my pajamas. The redness had faded from his ears, but the lingering awkwardness remained in his expression. However, that hint of awkwardness vanished the moment his eyes landed on my damp hair. Instead, his brows knitted together in displeasure. "Why didn't you dry your hair?" "T didn't feel like it," I murmured. "No. You'll catch a cold." His tone left no room for argument. Then, he gently took hold of my wrist and led me back to the bed. "Come on.