Being in Ismael's bed created a stirring of conflicting emotions within Cassidy. It was where their difference in power was somehow amplified and subdued simultaneously; falling into bed with the man who pulled all of the strings when it came to the girls had been a conscious decision on Cass' part, a way to ensure that even though he had her wrapped around his little finger, she also had him wrapped around hers. She somehow felt completely powerless and incredibly safe at the same time when she laid with his body pressed against hers, the implication that nobody in the world could harm her in that moment (except for him if he so chose) crystal clear. Cassidy tried not to think about it too much. This was just the way things were.
The days felt longer now that the curfew had been imposed and while it gave her a slight reprieve from her usual schedule, the change in routine also put Cass on edge. Time passed much more slowly, each hour dragging on to what felt like eternity. The air conditioner kicked on, a low hum filling the apartment as cold air circulated around them. Cassidy rolled to lay on her left side and pulled the covers under her right arm. The late morning sun peeked through the blinds and cast shadows throughout the bedroom. Fingers reached to trace the skin from Ismael's shoulder to his wrist, eyes lowered as she built up the courage to speak what was on her mind, something she couldn't seem to bring forth the night before. "Can I ask you something?"
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