He walked with Cass, moving slowly. He had expected to get to bed. He hadn't expected to see Cass go on his knees, his intentions all too clear. A mix of anticipation and discomfort filled him. Maybe he was a prude - no maybe about it, but sex meant bed and sheets low lights. Still, he couldn't deny the thrill going through him, the waves of desire ripping through him as he watched Cass lick his lip.