<div style="text-align: justify;">Cassandra smiled when Blake said she thought she would win. She didn't, actually, of course. She was pretty sure she would lose and end up buying dinner that night. But it didn't really matter. Cass was a good-natured woman, and enjoyed her friendly competitions with Blake. It was one of the things that kept them together - they knew how to have fun. <br/><br/>When Blake teased her, Cassandra was ready to surrender. She didn't do it right away, though. Something in her felt uneasy at Blake's attitude. He was... strange, to say the least. The way he held her wrists, tightly enough to hurt then a little, and his gaze, made Cassandra's heart race. And not in a pleasant way, either. It was racing in fear. A fear she tried to convince herself was irrational.<br/><br/>As Blake apologized, Cassandra sighed. It was a relief that he had released her wrists. It was still strange. What the hell was going on? <br/><br/>Sitting on the bed, Cassandra took a deep breath. Her head hurt so bad at the moment that she could barely think. The pain, which had eased up just a while sooner, had just come back with full force. All she wanted was to stay in bed, but she couldn't, not now. Forcing herself up, Cassandra walked out of the bedroom as well. She had the weird impression of seeing shadows in the corridor to the stairs, but it was probably just her migraine. Descending carefully to the ground floor, Cassandra went to look for Blake.<br/><br/>Finding him, she placed herself behind the man and wrapped her arms around him. Her voice was soothing as she squeezed the man softly. <span style="color: #FFFF00">"Are you feeling okay, honey? Can I do anything?"</span>. After this question, Cassandra started moving hr hands softly, caressing Blake's chest and abdomen, as she usually did when trying to calm him down.</div>