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Cassie tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “A whiskey kind of girl,” she repeated, her smile growing warm. “I like the sound of that.”
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Cassie was beautiful, there was no doubt about it, but there was something else about her. A fire, a wildness, an energy for life and everything in it that was completely infectious. As she told stories of a childhood spent amongst the great redwood trees, Felix found himself longing for the wilds of California. As she spun tales of cross-state travel through Texan deserts, Felix fancied he could taste the hot, arid air and smoky residue of wild campfires. In her bright-eyed retellings, small-town diners became stages for mysterious dealings and enigmatic characters.
Somewhere halfway through her first whiskey, Cassie had decided she liked him, her muscles relaxing and her scent settling into a pleasing, sweet, woodsy smell, like spring rain over a ripe fig tree. Her hand brushed over his arm as he told her about the woods near Silvermist, her eyes widening with guileless surprise as he told her about the pack. Felix had decided that he really quite liked her, too. Her youthful excitement made him forget about his own stresses, and even if it was only temporary, he was content in this moment.
At some point, he kissed her, leaning forward, sweeping his thumb over her jaw. Her breathing hitched, and she let him pull her closer, her cheeks stained red. From there, the conversation became loaded, the air sparking between them.Cassie seemed relatively new to the game, but her hopeful flirting and hesitant touches only made Felix want her more. She was something real. Something genuine. Entirely herself, where others might have shied away.
Her eyes were bright, her kisses addictive, her energy magnetic. She was exactly the sort of girl Felix had needed to meet. Someone who brought him out of his shell reminded him that fun still existed in the world, and he was allowed to join in every now and again.
When she peered at the dance floor, commenting with no venom that her friends seemed to have left, Felix asked her if she would like to come back to his hotel with him; otherwise, he would be happy to arrange a cab for her to get home safely. She considered his offer, biting her lip, looking him up and down with uncanny intensity. But eventually, she nodded, taking his proffered arm.
He led her through the crowd, all thoughts of his own friends gone, and once outside, laid his jacket around her shoulders. She pulled it closer around her, a small, secretive smile playing on her lips as she nestled into his side. He opened the door of the cab for her, helping her inside.
“The Nines Hotel, please,” he said to the driver as he slid in next to Cassie. She glanced at him, her warm whiskey eyes bright, and he knew he would be happy to lose himself in them for the night.
Chapter 3 - Cassie
Cassie woke with a start, nearly bolting upright, a thin stream of warm light half-blinding her as she blinked her eyes open. All at once, the memories came rushing back—the dark, smoky bar; the unbearably sexy man making his way through the crowd towards her, his dark blue eyes fixed on her, his expressionhungry; the conversation that lasted hours; the joking, the flirting, the light, teasing touches and coy smiles.
And then…and then…
Blood rushed to her cheeks, and she fought back a squeak as the rest of the night sharpened into focus. How they had gone back to his hotel room, how he had taken her in his arms, how they had…
Oh my god. Oh my GOD!
They had slept together. She had slept with him. She had…she had lost her virginity to him.
Suddenly, she was all too aware of the warm weight around her waist, the hard muscles of a chest pressed against her back. The slow, steady breaths of the man behind her. He was still here; he hadn’t left.
Cassie’s stomach swooped and fluttered, her lower belly aching with a not-unpleasant warmth.
She had lost her virginity to a random man she had met in a bar.
Her limbs were frozen in panic, unable to move.
She had lost her virginity.
Biting her lip, she considered pulling out of his grasp, finding her clothes, and getting the hell out of there. Runningaway was, after all, a strong suit of hers. Yes. She would quietly slip out, get dressed, and leave. That was fine. People did that, right? They hooked up, and then they left. It was fine.
But just as she began to move, something stopped her. As she replayed the memories over and over again, she realized something.
She didn’t want to leave.
She was warm, comfortable, sated and happy. And she wanted to stay wrapped in his arms for just a moment longer.
It had been good. More than good. Excellent. She knew she was hardly the best judge, having never gone further than a few awkward fumblings, but she didn’t see how it could be better. He had been so gentle, but so commanding. Utterly in control. She hadn’t had to worry about a thing.
Her cheeks flaming with a sudden stab of embarrassment, she hoped he hadn’t realized how inexperienced she was. He hadn’t given any indication that he had suspected, and she was hardly going to tell him. She had considered it the night before, but she had been too caught up in the moment. Too enthralled by what he was doing to her. She didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want him to hesitate.
Quite against her will, a slow smile crept over her face, a warmth blooming in her chest. Whatever expectations she might have had for her first time, it was safe to say that Felix had well and truly surpassed them.
He shifted behind her, his breathing becoming lighter as he began to stir, and every muscle in her body froze.
Oh God, what now? Should she have left? Would he be angry that she was still there? Would he want to sleep with her again? She hadn’t brushed her teeth, and she was sure herhair looked like a mess! Maybe she should have gone to the bathroom, should have freshened up, should have—
“Good morning,” he said, his voice low and gruff with sleep.
