Star-crossed Mates

Alone

Time was unrecognizable, when I finally heard Cassius climb the stairs and open his creaky door. My eyes opened when he turned on the small lamp next to his dresser before pulling his shirt off with one hand and dropped it on the floor. Where as Nicolai's room was tidy, Cassius kept a cluttered but well organized space. The lamp cast shadows down his bare back, highlighting the parts of his shoulder blades carved by straight muscle.

Rubbing the sleepy out of my eyes I rose to a sitting position, bringing my knees to my chest. The sheets rustled beneath me, telling Cassius I was awake. "Sorry, love I didn't mean to wake you up" he said grabbing a fresh pair of sweat pants from his drawer. I waited for him to glide to the bathroom to change but instead he dropped the pair he was wearing to his ankles and stepped into the new ones. To be a man and never feel insecure about who was looking at you. Of course this man was a different breed of attractive and I'm sure he'd never felt a day of being insecure before. "it's okay." I said trying not to stare at his beauty too hard. "I was trying to stay awake, how long were you downstairs" I asked still having no indication of the time, or how much time he spent talking to his brother.

I wondered what he was discussing with Nicolai, I wondered if it was a family affair or if maybe he was upset with Nicolai for giving me his shirt. Regardless of the fact I had many questions I wasn't sure how to bring up out of fear that it wasn't my place or I would seem controlling.

"not long, about half an hour." he flicked the lamp off ,with a soft clicking noise. My eyes only took a few seconds to adjust to now nearly dark room. "Everything okay?" I asked. The bed dipped under me, taking in the weight of Cassius. The thought barely occurring to me that I would be spending the night next to him. We had napped together here but nothing more. "Yea just some family drama" he said not giving me any insight. Family drama meaning he and his brother argued? Guilt pinged at my heart strings. I didn't want to cause a disagreement between the two I simply couldn't stand another second of feeling so vulnerable in front of Nicolai. I wanted to push for more, but his blunt statement told me he wasn't going to give any details.

"Sounds like fun" I said sarcastically. He shook his head no before adjusting next to me. His elbow propped up his weigh as he laid on his side, leaving nearly no space left between us. Here we were... alone. No chance his brother would barge in. Nothing to run off to, nothing to stop us. Nerves plummeted through my body. I wanted him, there was doubt about it, but I was suddenly very aware of how inexperienced I was compared to him. We had, had the past partners talk and while his list wasn't ridiculous it surpassed mine by a long shot.

I had only had sex one time in high school, with a guy I truly only barely knew. It was nothing short of a quickie in the spare living room of his very occupied house. My pants didn't even past my knees and pain is all I felt before he stopped pulled his pants up and left me to rejoin his family. In addition to only having sex one time, I had fooled around with the guy I had dated my freshman year of college. The desire to let him acclimate me to pleasurable sex was present but my past sexual relationship made me cling to the idea of waiting. Ultimately I'm glad I made that decision since things between us ended on such bad terms. when I met Cassius and realized I wanted a relationship with him, the abstinent idea disappeared, I had no self control in his presence and I had every intention of giving into him and letting him take me.

"I'll explain it later, maybe tomorrow..." he assured me. Somehow it was clear he wasn't angry with me or his brother for our awkward clothing exchange during his period of absence. "For now, what's under this little shirt your wearing that made you so desperate to cover up." My stomach flipped. His hand grabbed my waist and pushed me down next to him. He was gentle yet firm in pinning me against him. The skin of his fingers grazed beneath my shirt, sending an electrical current through my body.