CASSANDRA’S POV. He runs his hand through my hair as we both stare into each other’s eyes not having any words. Resting his forehead on mine, our noses nuzzle against each other and I catch a whiff of his shampoo. “I want to do that again.” He speaks huskily in a low tune as his thumb strokes my cheek and I pull away. “I cannot believe I actually kissed you back,” I remark and he smiles as he moves to sit on his bed. He takes the small bowl of soup I had brought in earlier and blows on it before shoving a spoonful into his mouth. “You kiss so good for someone who made a fuse when I kissed her the first time. One would easily think that was your first. I know that was not your first and you remember.” He replies and I look away as he takes another spoonful. I just got the ‘great kisse