After a few seconds that seemed like hours, Cassandra finally spoke to him. "What just happened?" "Thugs just jumped you and knocked you out. He took care of them, don't worry,"Miles steped in and said, nodding to Bass. That wasn't what she was really asking, Bass thought. But he sure didn't have a better answer. "Are you okay?" was all he could get out. "I guess so. Thank you. That could have been far worse if you hadn't been here," she said. Bass thought about how much worse it could have been and felt like killing them again, possessiveness setting in already. She set up from him. He didn't want her to, but couldn't stop her. Miles gave her a hand standing up and Bass thought about cutting him. What the hell was wrong with him? Did he hit his head yesterday and didn't know it? He actually felt his head for lumps just to be sure, before getting off the ground. Cass saw him rub his head and thought he had gotten hurt helping her. She felt scared just thinking it. "Are you okay?" She said, coming back to him, putting her hand softly on his face, fingers running through his hair by his temple.
There was the spark again. It lit something in him that hadn't burned that hot in a long time, if ever. If these people weren't standing around watching them like they were in a stage play, Bass would have taken her right there, in the dirt, with dead bodies all around them. And judging by the look in her eyes, she wouldn't try to stop him. He was so hard it hurt. His hands shook a little. He wondered if he was going to be able to get up. "I'm fine." It was all he could say. He stood up and turned away from them quickly.
Charlie saw the reason Bass turned away so fast. Since last night she couldn't seem to keep her mind or eyes from that reason. When she had come back to camp and saw him with his hand in his pants, pleasuring himself, with eyes closed, she knew she should have left. But she didn't. She walked right to him. She shouldn't have. She shouldn't have wondered who had turned him on that much. She shouldn't have wondered if it could be her. She watched him bite his lip, holding his breath, rubbing himself until...When she said his name and he opened his eyes, she knew he hadn't been thinking about her. Now she knew who it had been. Charlie had never felt such jealously before and couldn't understand where it was coming from. This was Sebastian Monroe, her enemy. The thought of him should make her sick. But it didn't.
Bass felt shaken. Something like fear started to form. He didn't just go around have feelings like this for someone he didn't know. The women he had loved, he'd known for a long time before he felt this. Emma, Shelly.Now he sees Cassandra, touches her once and falls in love. Just the fact that he was thinking the word love freaked him out completely. It was, thankfully, enough to tame the beast, so to speak. He turned around to look at her, to try to see why he was reacting this way.
Cassandra felt stunned. Never had anything affected her like this man just did, not even the man who she'd planned to spend her life with, all those years ago. She was absolutely confused. Yesterday he didn't trust her, today he had protected her, touched her, and looked at her, like she was...precious. Wanted. Loved? How did that come about? How hard had she been punched? She looked at him, trying to figure everything out.
Sebastian and Cassandra stood there looking at each other. He thought she was beautiful. She saw how very handsome he was. But that didn't explain the feelings they had of wanting to make the world disappear and just hold each other. Not that either one was going to say that out loud. People like them didn't do that. Not in the world they lived in. It was very much a grab happiness and run with it life. Who knew what would happen the next day. But love? That was too much to claim. Nothing was making sense.
Miles clearly saw the looks exchanged between his old friend and the woman. Lust, confusion, passion and love. That last one was pretty amazing given what he knew about Sebastian Monroe. Well, this should be entertaining to watch.
Cassandra dropped the steady gaze she held with Sebastian. It was too intense. She could see herself ripping their clothing off in her mind. If only the other people were gone, she'd have made it happen. She didn't think he would complain. But thinking like that wasn't helping. She needed to move. "I think we should move out of here," she said. "We don't know if they have friends lurking around." "Sounds like a plan," said Gene. Miles took lead, with Rachel, Cassandra and Charlie following. Gene fell in behind them and Bass, still slightly stunned, brought up the rear. No one even thought to question her traveling with them; it was just how it was now.