Stolen Time

Astrid

Cassian’s arms are around me again. I take in deep breaths of his floral, woodsy scent, and want to stay this way forever. We stand like that for minutes, or maybe hours, I can’t tell. Then I pull away. “We can’t,” I say brokenly, pressing my hands against Cassian’s marble chest. “We just… we can’t. I can’t, right now.”

“Okay.” Cassian captures one of my hands and kisses my fingertips. “No