Orion immediately pushed off of the wall opposite me, his eyes full of anxiety. He’d washed and changed, wearing what I guessed were a pair of Gabriel’s navy sweatpants. He didn’t stop coming, dropping to his knees in front of me and pressing his mouth to my bare stomach. I gasped in surprise, fisting my hands in his hair as desire spilled through my flesh. He hugged me against him and looked up at me with his brows drawn low. “I’m sorry,” he rasped, a haunted look in his eyes that made my heart squeeze painfully.
