~ CASIMIR ~
"Oh!"
I jolted awake the next morning, sitting up quickly, and felt the weight of Jesse tumble from my shoulder because she'd been laying her head there.
Still foggy and uncertain, I scanned the room to find Ghere standing a few steps inside the doorway, dry-washing his hands, an apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry, Sire, but it's urgent."
I frowned. Why was he-
"What's going on?" Jesse's voice was disoriented and husky with sleep and desire bolted from behind my navel, straight to my groin.
But as Ghere averted his eyes, I realized why he'd apologized.
I quickly grabbed the quilt and pulled it up over her naked breasts, giving a little grunt when they rubbed my knuckles as they disappeared.
"What is it, Ghere?" I said without looking at him, my voice low and rough from screaming in the night… and other things.
