(Isolde's POV)
Orion looked up at me, his voice lazy and deliberate.
"So," he said. "How does that feel?"
My hand snapped back like I'd touched fire.
My face went hot so fast it almost hurt.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't - that wasn't - I'm sorry."
He watched me stumble over my words. His expression didn't change much, but something in it loosened.
"You basically took advantage of me," he said, "and I'm not even blushing."
He tilted his head slightly.
"So what exactly are you so nervous about?"
"I wasn't trying to - I just wanted to get up." I could hear myself getting worse with every word. "I wasn't doing it on purpose. I was just trying to move."
He leaned in.
Just a little. Just enough.
His voice dropped low, close to my ear.
"It's not like it's the first time anyway," h
