Bailey POV
I wake up slowly, my body deliciously sore in places I don't want to mention out loud. The morning light filters through unfamiliar curtains, and it takes me a moment to remember where I am.
Orion's bed in his apartment.
The memories come flooding back.
From my confrontation with Nolan to driving here in a panic, the confession and then... oh God, the dining table.
Heat floods my cheeks as I remember every detail. The way Orion worshipped my body, the way he made me fall apart on his tongue, the way he looked at me like I was the most precious thing in the world.
I stretch lazily, feeling the soft sheets against my bare skin. That's when I notice I am wearing one of Orion's t-shirts.
He must have dressed me after I passed out.
The thought makes my heart squeeze with affe
