Cassian wearing loose, low-rise grey pants to train in is super important.
• During the warmer months, he trades in his leathers for looser, thinner pants. As well as being completely shirtless. He doesn’t want to get heat stroke, does he?
• The pants are fitted at the top, in the front and back. Which gives anyone Nesta full view of his generous ass and bulge.
• But they’re looser as they go down, so he has full range of motion when he and Az practice kick-boxing.
• The waistline of the pants are so low that you can see his hip bones. The divots on his lower back. His prominent “V” in the front. And occasionally catch a glimpse of dark hair down low.
• Cassian is well-groomed, but he’s got hair. Not that Nesta’s ever been curious to see if it’s as soft as the hair on his face and head.
• The pants are so low, you still cannot see the ending of recently inked tattoos.
One day, Nesta observes, “Those are new. It looks like it must’ve hurt.”
Before she can take back her words, Cassian’s head whips up to reveal the cockiest grin she’s ever seen. “I wasn’t aware you paid such close attention and curiosity about my-” He pauses, twirling the training staff and licking his lips. Waggling his eyebrows he purposefully thumbs his waistband lower. Still no sign of the ending of the tattoo. And further revealing the dark hairs that Nesta never thought about. “Nether-regions.”
Nesta cannot believe the sight before her. The hot sun did her no favors as it had been tanning his already golden body, and made it glisten with sweat from the heat.
“Could’ve used your hand, you know.” He smirks, pointing the staff at her.
She blinks as he walks over to a bucket of water and pours it down his head. Causing anything that might’ve been left to the imagination to become clear as day.
“What?” She finally spits out.
Feigning an innocent tone and thumbing his low waistband once more, he says, “To hold through the pain of course.”
Her train of thought was completely derailed at the sight of him in those pants. Soaking wet. With those tattoos. He grinned like a wolf because he knew, and she tried desperately to avoid those gleaming hazel eyes. “Hold what?”
Cassian chuckled, twirling the staff once more before he walked toward her. His long legs closed the distance between them in three strides.
She could feel him dripping on her before she looked up at his face. But did she want to look up when she saw where the sweat and water dripped toward?
“Your hands, sweetheart. In mine.”
Her body betrayed her when her eyes wandered down, down, down…
“What?” Cassian’s voice was rough. The smile that was still plastered across his face and the boyish dimples did nothing to calm her down. “Do you wish to see it, Nesta?”
The tattoo or something else entirely, Nesta wasn’t sure what he meant. Nor was she sure what she’d-
Cassian took a step back and shook his hair out. “Perhaps some other time. I’m quite busy at the moment.”
Nesta watched as he swaggered back to where he had been exercising. The tattoos that covered his arms, shoulders, and much of his back looked incredible on full display. The perfectly formed ass… His back muscles…
Those pants… Those pants further inspired every fantasy she had. And inspired fantasies she never knew she wanted but wouldn't likely forget.
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