Chapter 37

He dragged his hands down his face. "Baby, it's church night. I can't come with you."

"I'm pretty sure you're not invited."

"Jesus," he hissed.

"Why are your hands all scraped up, Orion?"

"Babe—"

"Adam," I ground out.

"You know, I'm starting to fuckin' hate my name," he ground out.

I...