CAUSSIUS'S POV.

It didn't take long for Adrian to open the door, panting. He was shirtless and his hair was ruffled like its strand had been run through by fingers. Her fingers.

“Alpha Cassius. What a lovely night isn't it?” I heard the sarcasm in his voice and sighed apologetically. I wasn't going to say sorry to him though.

“Do you have a moment?” I raised up the filled carafe and hoped that he wasn't going to say he was busy with that lady or give some sort of excuse.

Adrian's eyes observed the carafe for a few seconds then observed me and then sighed. “I knew it was going...