Orion's POV
The word she forced me to keep "Maybe." was enough to throw my mind into a rotation of possibilities.
For the first time in too long, Layla's eyes weren't drilling holes through my forehead with all-out hatred. There was hesitation and unwillingness, but there was something softer hiding underneath.
A c***k in the walls she had so carefully surrounded herself with.
And I seized it.
I slowly made my way through the water towards Layla, tentative and careful; if I moved too fast, I thought, I might disturb the very fragile feel of the new understanding maturing between us.
"Layla," I whispered.
As I drew closer her very frame turned stiff, those soft eyes now cold and careless, She seemed to flinch and stop. She doesn't want me anywhere near her, I could se
