Sylas pulled himself up from bed, the curl of Cassarae's fingers still firmly wrapped around his balls and member as though she didn't want him to go anywhere.
But she wasn't exactly conscious right now. In fact, she was sleeping so soundly he doubted the end of the world would have changed much of anything about it. She might very well remain asleep for the next several days.
After a long while, he managed to slowly pry her hand away and stand to his feet. Once he showered, he stepped outside in a single sky blue pair of shorts, a white t-shirt, and a brown pair of loafers.
When he made his way to the kitchen, the first thing that hit him were the smells, and then he saw his mother. His father sat at the table along with his father-in-law, Paul.
Both men looked toward him at the same time and nodded. But they didn't say much else, content to let the topic rest.
