Instead of leaving like a proper gentleman would now that she was asleep, Orpheus leaned on his back against the headboard, with his ankles crossed over the other. And watched her rest. Her hair fell on the pillow with a few strands sticking to her forehead. Her cheeks were still rosy from the drinks she had, but her breathing was even and rhythmic. Then there was that scent.
That scent that stuck to her skin and made him want to touch her in ways that would be considered indecent if their current relationship was taken into account. Whatever herbs she was messing around with, whatever it was that she was making that left him all up in his head with strong urges from just smelling a whiff of it, Orpheus hoped it wasn’t something she was going to use on herself. That would be too much for
