As Calista's brain refused to register any word coming out of Orion's mouth, her mind didn't comprehend the term of endearment either, not until Orion said it again.
"Baby." He whispered as not to scare her. "Are you okay?"
Her eyes snapped from his lips to his eyes, "Again," she muttered pulling him down to her, "Kiss me again."
He stared back at her and each passing moment only made their attraction to each other intensify. This was not on the list of agenda Orion had to discuss with Calista, but he would be a masochist.
Then, something clicked inside of him. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Calista didn't feel comfortable in her own skin, so he sought for the best solution he could think of to prevent her from thinking she was only good for being used.
"Come." He said, pulling her in the direction of her mirror, but instead of making her face the mirror, he sat her down, facing him. "Wait here."
