"AAAAAHHH!" Orion yelped, springing up as if burned. "How the hell did my hand get there?!" he shouted, his face turning crimson. "You… you placed my hand there, didn't you?!"
"How could I possibly do that?" Louise asked smoothly, one brow arched, the faintest smirk ghosting across his face. He stood up with calm, unhurried grace, his composure completely unshaken. "We were kissing, and you suddenly decided to grab me. I just assumed…" His voice lowered, dark and velvety. "…you wanted to continue what we couldn't finish that night."
"F...Fuck!" Orion stammered, stumbling backward, his breath hitching. "That wasn't me! It was… it was the baby, you bastard!"
