I stood in the shower, washing my hair and definitely not thinking about Orion. I wasn’t thinking about his dark eyes, or him in that prison jumpsuit and the way his muscles filled it out, the way he’d drank me in like he was a dying animal thirsting for water. Yeah, I definitely wasn’t thinking about any of those things as I lathered the soap over my breasts then ran it down my stomach, dipping it between my thighs.
