Borrowed Warmth

GENEVIEVE'S POV

My fingers trembled as I placed them on his chest to steady myself.

“Cassian…” I mumbled, “what are you doing?”

He leaned back against the seat and watched me, poking his inner cheek with his tongue. “You wanted me to carry you.”

I blinked. “I was just joking.”

“Too bad.” He said it nonchalantly, pulling a laptop from the bag close to us and placing it on my lap.

I stared at him in