"Byron, are we safe to have conversations in here?" Cass asked after he had gotten over his excitement and relief being back home. He had composed himself and while he wasn't sitting in his big, comfy chair, he was leaning against the edge of the desk.
He was having problems sitting in the chair because he kept remembering how it felt to sit in Lucian's lap while behind the desk.
Damn it, he'd just come out of a heat it felt like, but the creeping fingers of the next one was letting him know that he was going to be on this kind of schedule for the rest of his life. Or, maybe? He wasn't exactly sure what was going on, just that it had been something that Cassian had been dealing with his whole life.
Fuck.
Byron sniffed, loudly, his head raising slightly as he looked around, moving around as he sniffed before locking the door and standing by it.
