He grinned. “You wanna share what you and Dad talked about?”
“I just asked him to fight.”
“Jesus. Seriously?” he hissed.
I nodded. “Yes.”
He leaned in to kiss me gently. “I don’t deserve you.”
I grinned. “You better never forget that, buddy.”
“Don’t ever plan on doing that.” He slid off the bed. “You hungry?”
“Yes.” I rubbed my eyes. “If you’re cooking. I need to study.”
“Need help with that?”
“It’s microbiology, so, yes, absolutely. Can you multitask?”
“Not well.” He grinned. “But I’ll cook, then we’ll study.”
“Sounds perfect,” I said, and followed him downstairs.
For the next two hours, we cooked, we flirted, and Orion tried to explain microbiology to me. Unsuccessfully.
I let out a frustrated groan. “I’m a lost cause.”
“Baby, you’re not,” he said, wrapping an arm around my waist.
I dropped my head to his chest. “Everything you’re saying sounds so incredibly smart and I don’t understand any of it.”
He gave me a squeeze. “I have an idea.”
“I don’t know if I can handle any more ideas.”
He chuckled. “Tomorrow, I’m going to take you on a field trip.”
“Where?”
He lifted my chin and smiled. “Can’t tell you. But I’ll show you tomorrow.”
“Fine,” I breathed out. “But since we now have the night off, I’d like to eat ice cream off your dick.”
“Jesus, woman, you’re insatiable.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Are you complaining?”
“Not even a little bit.” He slid his hands under my T-shirt and stroked my back. “What flavor do you want?”
I grinned. “Rocky Road.”
“Let’s go.”
I grabbed the ice cream and followed him upstairs.
* * *
The next afternoon, I walked out of class to find Orion waiting by his bike. Lordy, the man looked edible in his dark jeans, motorcycle boots, and leather jacket.
