She let out a gasp and slowly backed away, but when she backed away, she had instead pressed her back closer to his front, only to feel the rigidness of his body that pressed between her bottom, turning her face as red as tomatoes as she understood what she had readily pressed her body towards.
Uncomfortably, she shifted forward, trying to make it all seem normal though she couldn't help her ears that had turned bright red from burning brighter or the gulp that bobbed her frail neck.
Cassius watched how she moved and how tinier her body felt as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
So small, so tiny, and so fragile. She was as light as a feather and as pretty as it was, and that was concerning. He had always been concerned by pretty things, as they always seemed like they would fade immediately.
