Orpheus shook his head, “Not nearly enough. You look more fatigued to think of it as simply being saddened by something.”
“Are you speaking from experience or is that just a hunch?”
“Just a hunch.”
She hummed, “Your intuition is quite good. I guess... I’m just being moody. Add that to not wanting to do a lot of things that I should do. I… I think I need a moment away.” She brushed her lips against his softly, teasingly. Just a whisper of a kiss. But it was enough to have them both sizzling at the contact.
“A getaway?” He combed his hands through her hair.
“A getaway.” She affirmed. The light touched and lingering gazes had her feeling way in over her head. And she only had the alcohol to blame for how soft and plaint she became with it too. Orpheus took a long whiff of her scent. It
