Bloody Traitor

The sun flooded my usual perch within my office whilst Julian sat tensely at the desk. His shoulders were hunched in concentration, eyebrows furrowed in thought. Papers were strewn all about the table in the same way it always was when he wanted to figure something out. Our situation with Mikaela was growing more tense by the second. After our little conversation with Caspian, we had turned the chat around to something else entirely. Mikaela. None of us had actually spoken about or brought up rules and boundaries for the coming relationship and that was fine. Mikaela came first above all.

Caspian sat on a chair close to my feet, fingers never leaving the bridge of my foot. His thumb would stroke me from time to time and sparks would travel up my leg in response. Any excuse to touch me was a good enough excuse for me. I felt the same, but couldn't help and think what Mikaela would say. She wasn't even here to see all this drama unfold. Every time I had a problem, Mikaela was b