Chapter 228: I paid 2 gold for this?
It was a rather awkward way to end the night, since Sir Forsythe was so rigid and emotional in a not obvious way as he was leaving. Cass was also feeling emotional, so much so that he practically forgot about the dragon he was sharing the room with and began undressing near the bed after he had seen Sir Forsythe to the door.
Lucian didn’t say a thing, and Cass didn’t realise what he was doing until he had his pants off, his shirt hanging around his butt. He was literally caught with his pants down as he noticed Lucian’s eyes glinting in the glass of the windows that he hadn’t pulled the curtains over.
Cass’ expression almost looked comically shocked, while a smile crossed Lucian’s expression.
"You forgot, huh? I don’t know if I should be flattered or not." Lucian commented, coming to stand next to Cass. Cass felt his back go ramrod straight, his muscles screaming in protest as his body went on high alert. "No no, go ahead. Continue. I’m a bad boy and I don’t get to touch right now. Punish me." Lucian said, his arms crossed, his pecs plumped up for Cass’ viewing pleasure.
Cass honestly had no idea what to say. So, he finished pulling his pants off. He picked them up off of the ground, tossing them onto a chair nearby before he let out a deep sigh. Then he ran his hands over his face, hiding himself from Lucian’s eyes so that he could just wallow in his own feelings for a moment.
What the fuck was he thinking? How had he forgotten a damn dragon was in the room with him? Not just any dragon, but a dragon who was attempting to woo him, emphasis on ’attempting’. In Cass’ opinion, he was doing a great job at getting him physically interested in him, but not emotionally.
Which was not a good match in Cass’ eyes. It was a rather shitty match if he was honest with himself. He didn’t care much for physical relationships, and cared more about emotional bonds.
"Are you alright, Cassian? Do you need some help?" Lucian asked, trying to sound genuine but Cass didn’t believe him as far as he could throw him.
"I’m more than capable of undressing myself, Lucian." Cass snapped and heard Lucian chuckle.
"Oh, I am aware of that, it doesn’t hurt to offer help, does it?" Lucian was getting too full of himself, Cass was feeling his own emotions and you know what? He said, fuck it, and uncovered his face.
When he met Lucian’s gaze, Lucian’s smirk slowly faded from his face, and left completely when Cass narrowed his gaze and pointed to the ground.