When Love Finds Its Way Back (Cassienne and Dreston) novel Chapter 285

Chapter Two Hundred And Eighty–Five: I Have Needs

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Morning sunlight spilled softly into the master bedroom of the Tremont mansion as the bathroom door finally opened. A cloud of steam escaped, carrying the scent of Cassienne’s favorite lavender body wash. Then Dreston walked out with her wrapped securely in his arms, a thick white towel draped loosely around her body.

Cassienne laughed softly, her damp hair falling in dark waves against her bare shoulders as he carried her toward the bed like he had no intention of letting her go anytime soon.

“DT,” she protested between giggles, “put me down.”

“No,” he replied calmly, voice still rough from earlier.

Cassienne shook her head, already familiar with that tone. “You are impossible.”

“And yet,” Dreston murmured as he lowered her gently onto the mattress, careful with her growing belly,” you still married me twice.”

That made her laugh again–bright, unrestrained, and perfect. God, he had missed that sound so much.

He leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to her shoulder, then rested his forehead against hers for a long moment, breathing her in. “Stay home today,” he said quietly.

Cassienne’s eyes met his immediately. “You know I can’t.”

“You can,” he corrected, calm but firm. “You just don’t want to.”

She smiled, reaching for the towel beside her. “I have work.”

“And I have needs.”

She laughed again, the sound warming the entire room. Dreston watched her as she stood and began dressing for the day–sliding on lingerie, then a soft cream blouse and tailored pants that still fit beautifully around her changing body. For a moment, he simply stared.

Not just with lust. But with reverence.

Because no matter how many times he looked at her, Dreston still couldn’t fully believe this woman was his wife. His Cassienne. The girl he had once lost. The woman he had fought the universe to find again. And now she carried their child.

Cassienne caught him staring in the mirror while fastening her earrings. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Dreston leaned back against the headboard, arms folded across his bare chest. “Because I’m trying to convince myself to let you leave this bed.”

Cassienne smiled faintly. “You survived before.”

“Barely.”

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She shook her head softly and turned toward the dressing table. The moment her back was to him, Dreston’s expression shifted.

The memory slammed into him again.

Cassienne, stumbling forward at the gala. The terror that had ripped through him. The sickening possibility of her falling–of losing her, of losing their baby.

His jaw tightened. His hand fisted the bedsheet. Then Tina’s face flashed through his mind.

The cold, sharp anger returned instantly. Dangerous, unforgiving.

He didn’t hate her for wanting him. He didn’t even hate her for lying. He hated her because she had dared to touch Cassienne.

That alone was enough.

Dreston lowered his gaze, decision solidifying like steel in his chest. The fake engagement would end. Publicly. Immediately. He was done protecting Tina. Done pretending. Done letting another woman stand beside him while his wife suffered.

Cassienne noticed the sudden change in his energy. She walked back to him slowly. “What happened?”

Dreston looked up at her, then gently pulled her between his legs. For a long moment he simply held her against him, face pressed to the soft curve of her stomach, arms wrapped protectively around her waist.

“I keep seeing it,” he admitted, voice low. “You, falling.”

Her expression softened. “DT…”

“I can’t get it out of my head,” he continued, frustration bleeding through. “You could have been hurt. Our baby could have been hurt. I should never have let things get that far.”

Cassienne threaded her fingers through his hair, soothing him. “Hey. Look at me.”

He lifted his head.

“You saved me,” she said gently, cupping his face in both hands. “Nothing happened. We’re okay.”

Dreston stared at her for a long moment, then leaned forward and kissed her. This kiss was slower. Deeper. Heavy with emotion. It wasn’t about passion this time–it was reassurance. Proof that she was real, safe, and still here in his arms.

When he finally pulled back, his thumb brushed tenderly over her cheek.

“I still don’t want you to leave,” he whispered.

Cassienne smiled, pressing one last kiss to his lips. “Too bad. I’m leaving.”

Dreston groaned, dropping his head dramatically against her chest. “You’re cruel.”

“And you’re dramatic.”

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