Orion’s POV
I didn’t follow Anya back to the suite.
I couldn’t.
If I had, I knew I would say something I shouldn’t. Or worse—I would look at her the way I had been looking all evening, like I was forgetting every boundary that existed between us. So instead, I turned away and walked in the opposite direction, my steps sharp and restless, my mind louder than the hotel around me.
I headed straight for the bar.
I needed space.
I needed air.
I needed a moment where Anya wasn’t right there beside me, close enough to touch, close enough to undo me.
Being near her again was wrecking my focus. Every careful wall I had built over the years was cracking, and I hated how easy it was for her to affect me without even trying.
The bar was dim and quiet, tucked away from the noise of the hotel
