When Love Finds Its Way Back (Cassienne and Dreston) novel Chapter 121

Chapter One Hundred And Twenty–One: His Manhood Shifting.

The pillow barrier was gone.

Sometime during the night, between restless thoughts and shallow sleep, distance had dissolved.

Cassienne was now sprawled across Dreston like she belonged there.

Her leg was draped over him, crossing to the other side of the bed. Her stomach rested against him, his now impossibly hard manhood which is poking her stomach. 1

One arm curled around his torso instinctively, fingers lightly clutching the fabric of his sleep shirt. Her head lay on his chest, her breathing slow and deep.

Her long black hair fanned across him like a dark veil. She was deeply asleep. But Dreston was not.

His eyes were wide open. He didn’t dare move. He didn’t dare breathe too deeply. And he didn’t dare wake her up.

Seeing her like this, trusting, vulnerable, and unconsciously seeking him–did something dangerous to his heart. For five years, she had never once reached for him in her sleep because they don’t share the same room. He had kept his distance even when they shared a house.

Now she was wrapped around him like instinct had chosen for her. And it was torture. 1

His body had reacted long before his mind could stop it. He silently cursed under his breath, jaw tightening. This was unbearable. And she was completely unaware of what she had caused.

As if determined to make it worse, Cassienne shifted in her sleep, snuggling closer. Her leg moved slightly, brushing him in a way that made him shut his eyes briefly in restraint.

“Cassienne…” he muttered under his breath, not to wake her, just to survive.

But then, a knock sounded from the door. The sound came sharp against the bedroom door.

Cassienne stirred. Her lashes fluttered.

She raised her head slowly, her brown eyes meeting his gray ones at close range.

For a brief second, she didn’t understand where she was. But then she did. Her gaze dropped. And she realized her position.

And more dangerously, she felt his manhood shifting. Her eyes widened, not in horror, but in shocked realization.

She pulled away immediately as if burned.

“Oh! I–I’m so sorry!” Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.

She scrambled backward, nearly tangling herself in the sheets. Dreston stared at the ceiling. He did not trust himself to look at her anymore. And he did not trust his voice either.

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She shot off the bed and rushed into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

The shower turned on moments later.

Dreston exhaled slowly and sat up, adjusting himself discreetly before standing. The knocking came

again.

He walked to the door and opened it.

Mrs. Rawlings stood there, smiling far too knowingly for his comfort.

“Good morning, Mr. Tremont. Breakfast is ready,” she said warmly. “I wanted Mrs. Tremont to know.”

Her eyes briefly flicked past him toward the room behind.

The woman looked… pleased.

Dreston nodded calmly. “Thank you, Mrs. Rawlings.”

She beamed, clearly satisfied, and walked away.

When he closed the door, he stood still for a moment.

The sound of running water filled the room. He dragged a hand through his hair. This arrangement was going to test every ounce of his self–control. 1

Breakfast was quieter than it should be. Cassienne had avoided eye contact entirely.

Mrs. Rawlings hovered a little too happily around the table, refilling cups that didn’t need refilling and smiling at them like a woman who had been waiting years for this sight.

Cassienne could barely swallow her food.

Dreston, however, behaved normally. He was composed and he controlled his emotions. If not for the faint tightness around his jaw, no one would suspect what had happened earlier.

When it was time to leave for the airport, they moved toward the SUV waiting outside.

They sat in the back together. And they were very close. Dreston brought out two rings. Their wedding rings.

When Cassienne’s gaze fell on the wedding bands. Her eyes widened and she almost got emotional.

“You should wear this. We need it.” He said. “At least, for the next month.”

Cassienne nodded, took it and slipped it into her finger immediately. Dreston also did the same.

And now, the silence between them was thick. Cassienne stared out the window, mortified.

Of all the things her body could have done in her sleep… why that? And why him?

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She wanted to crawl into a hole.

“You don’t need to feel ashamed of your sleeping habit, Cassienne,” Dreston said calmly, breaking the

silence.

She stiffened slightly.

“It’s a normal thing,” he continued. “We just have to get used to it.”

Used to it? Her heart skipped at the implication.

“I am sorry,” she managed quietly.

He turned his head slightly to look at her. She also glanced at him and their eyes met.

For one dangerous second, everything narrowed. The car. The road. And the world.

Dreston almost leaned in for a kiss. She almost did too. But he held himself back. And she saw the hesitation. So she looked away quickly.

The SUV rolled into the airport drop–off zone.

Security had already cleared a discreet entrance to avoid media attention. Though her identity had been revealed, Dreston had ensured today remained private.

Inside, the airport was alive with movement, rolling luggage, boarding announcements, families reuniting.

Cassienne stood beside Dreston near the arrival gate, clutching her handbag tighter than necessary.

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