Daphne's POV
The sheets clung to our sweat-dampened skin as we lay there, breathing hard from what had just happened between us. Orion's arm was draped possessively across my waist, his chest rising and falling against my back. The air in my bedroom was thick with the scent of sex and something else that made my pulse quicken even now.
I shifted to look at him. His eyes were closed, his face softer than I'd ever seen it. Almost innocent. It was strange seeing him like this after the way he'd just taken me, like he was trying to claim every part of me with his touch.
"You need to get ready to go," I said, my voice coming out huskier than intended. "My mother will be here soon, and she won't appreciate finding you in my bed."
His eyes opened slowly, and that familiar smirk tugged at his lips. "You destroyed my shirt, remember?"
I couldn't stop the laugh that escaped. "I have a black one. No one will know the difference."
