Yerniaâs posture was uncomfortable as she sat on Cassianâs legs while holding his hand.
She allowed him to hold her hand without a fuss because she still had to guide him, but did she have to do it in this position?
Neither Cassian nor Yernia said anything.
When she slightly lifted her gaze, their eyes met immediately.
Why did he have to look at her in that instant?
Yernia lowered her eyes and surprisingly it was Cassian who spoke first.
âIâm sorry that I spoke ill of him, Yernia.â
âYou shouldnât be saying sorry to me.â
âWhy not? Youâre the one I like. Ha. Ha. Ha. No. Itâs my fault for insulting that opera singer in front of you.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âIâm sorry, Yernia.â
Cassian didnât just swear at Jennan in front of Yernia.
This incident had also led Jennan to speak ill of himself.
âI donât know why you hate him so much. I like Jennan, Cassian. Was it really that hard for you to ignore the both of us? You had behaved like a man-child at the restaurant.â
âWhat did you just say? You liked him?â
âHavenât you heard itâs not easy for a fan to meet her idol? It was the only opportunity I got.â
Cassian frowned in disapproval but he didnât contradict her with sarcasm.
âAll right.â
Yernia felt relieved when Cassian apologized and promised he wouldnât do it again.
âI wasnât going to say this, Cassian, but youâ-â
Yernia had pondered several times whether she should say it or not.
Eventually, Yernia decided to tell him.
âDonât utter my name so seriously out-of-the-blue if you insist on acting like a child.â
âWhat?â
âYou always call me âYerniaâ so recklessly but that one time you said my name earlier, your tone suddenly turned grim.â
She had engaged in small fights with Cassian before, but Iâve never had a fierce fight like today.
Despite arguing a lot, both of them tend to forget about it quickly.
However, the big fight that happened today wasnât easy to ignore.
It was so unlike Cassian to apologize first.
It was also her first time hearing him  call her name that seriously.
Cassianâs face relaxed at once. âDid I hurt you in any way?â
âNo, you didnât.â
âWere you disappointed in me?â
âNo.â
âThereâs no way you arenât.â
Yernia ignored Cassianâs persistent queries as she sat on his thigh.
âAlright, I wonât call you by your name anymore.â
Yernia nodded.
She knew her disappointment was childish but she canât help it.
She thought she had gotten close to him but in fact, the distance between them grew wider.
Yernia guessed he felt that way even more once he went back to calling her nickname.
âUgh.â
Yerniaâs eyebrows shot up to her hairline when Cassian suddenly bit her neck while she was guiding him.
Her husband didnât stop at that because now he was sucking her flesh.
Flustered, Yernia shoved his shoulders away.
âYou said weâre just going to hold hands.â
It was clear why Cassian suddenly bit her neck.
He wanted the guiding to be more personal and explicit.
Cassian wanted that on the first day of their marriage.
Yet, she assumed they were just going to hold hands for a while⦠but that itself was a mistake.
Yernia was in trouble.
âIâm so weak that  I canât stand it. Is it because we had fought?â
âJust hang in there a little bit. Is your patience that low?â
âIâm content with licking your neck.â
Yerniaâs face flamed at Cassianâs bluntness.
âWhy are you licking me, Cassian? Donât lick my neck!â
âI like licking your neck. Can I  taste  your collarbone too?â
Yernia felt like running away.
Sensing danger, Yernia tried to get up but Cassian immediately noticed that and wrapped her waist immediately with one hand.
The way he clung to her was so tight she felt suffocated.
âIâm not stable today, Yena. I need more of you.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âWhat?â
Cassian kept pestering her and she didnât know how to respond.
If he wasnât stable, she couldnât really tell whether what he said was true or false.
However, if it was, indeed, true, she must do something to make the dangerous situation right.
âThen stop choking me, will you?â
Cassianâs eyes went wide.
Did Yernia give in after his insistence?
He thought he would bite back.
âYes, Iâll stop.â
When Yernia witnessed Cassianâs delight, she realized she couldnât turn back on her words so she just allowed him whatever he wanted to do.
Tilting her head, Yernia offered her neck.
Yes, that was the least she could give him.
âWellâ¦â
Cassianâs soft lips rubbed against her fragile skin.
Offering her neck to her childhood friend while her mind was sober felt rather awkward yet strangely stimulating.
The hand holding her  waist also bothered her for no reason.
Her chin went tense and she couldnât help but part her lips.
A moan had spilled from Yerniaâs throat.
Surprised, she covered her mouth with her palm.
âItâs alright for  you to moan, Yena.â
âWhat? What are you saying?â
Yena fixed her gaze in front of her as if nothing had happened.
Cassian finished his work regardless.