Twenty-Two
He had kissed me.
Orion had kissed me.
It seemed forever until we finally came up for air, gasping, staring at each other. Me, with wide-eyed shock, him with lust filled, desperate eyes.
“You didn’t hit me,” he said.
I raised an eyebrow. “Did you expect me to?”
“A little,” he admitted.
“It wouldn’t be out of line,” I admitted, “I’m engaged, Orion. f**k, I’m engaged to your brother. Who’s going to be King.”
“His family destroyed yours, Rose,” he said, “if you ask me, a little kissing is fair game.”
But I hadn’t asked him. All I had wanted was advice. Direction. I hadn’t come there expecting him to pour his heart and soul out to me. I certainly hadn’t come there expecting him to kiss me.
Now that he had though….
What did it change? Did it change anything
