It may have seemed as though Caden had appeared out of thin air, but he couldn't even remember where it was he had been coming from, or where he had been heading. He knew he had a purpose - likely to find his wife before the clock struck twelve, welcoming in the new year. Instead, he found himself face to face with Cassandra; mask to mask, to be more specific. The thought of finding Estella was quickly forgotten, and all he could think about was how nicely she filled out the gown she was wearing. Without thinking about what he was doing, he acted on instinct, one of his hands reaching out to rest against the flare of her hip.
Her New Years sentiments were not returned, seeing how he had grown impatient and had always been under the impression that actions spoke louder than words. His hand slid around to the small of her back, the other lifting to be placed at the side of her neck, his thumb brushing back just below her earlobe. He let out a low hum of satisfaction before pulling away from her.
"Not a bad way to start the new year..."
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