It had taken Cassandra a while to warm up to Cameron. Not from lack of interest, but moreso out of caution. She still wasn’t entirely convinced that at any moment her father or Q would come storming into the room where she and Cameron were and tear her away from him to be punished. He’d punish both of them, regardless of who Cam’s parents were probably. She didn’t want that to happen.
But sometimes she allowed herself to relax, like now, as she lay back in his arms on his couch, eyes closed as she gently brushed her fingers up and down his arm that was around her. “Mm. I should go soon.”
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