(Isolde's POV)
The silence lasted only a few seconds.
Orion pushed his door open and stepped back out into the rain without a word.
I heard the trunk open. A minute later, he came back and shoved a dry towel and a folded set of clothes through the passenger window.
"Change," he said.
I took the towel and rubbed it halfheartedly over my hair.
"I'm fine," I said. "You should change first. You're soaked through."
He didn't answer.
Instead, he reached through the window and dropped his own shirt into my lap.
"Wear that," he said. "I'll get my pants from the bag."
Before I could say anything, he reached for the hem of his soaked shirt and pulled it straight over his head.
Right there. In front of me.
I looked away immediately, but not fast enough.
I cleared my throat. "Are you plan
