Falling Star: Book 2 of The Orion Series

Crashing

"Hey."

Orion plops down next to me, planting a kiss on my cheek. I can't help it--I grin at him instantaneously.

"Hey, love."

He immediately takes my hand, flips is over, and absentmindedly traces his finger over the lines of my palm. It just makes me grin more. It's so endearing. I'm not sure why he does this, but I don't mind at all.

He raises his head and looks at me, a small smile on his lips. "How'd you sleep, babe?"

I love it when he smiles. It's rare, but when he does it lights up my entire day. Luckily the look is becoming more common on him. It's not forced, either. I know him well enough where I can tell when he's just smiling because it's expected of him.

When we're alone he's a lot more smiley. Which is nice. I'm so happy and relieved I can do that for him, bring him that happiness he wouldn't otherwise have.

For a moment I focus on his lips. His cupid's bow comes to two points while his bottom lip is fuller. It gives the impression of a permanent pout; it's adorable, I love it. Over all he has a petite mouth, and it's deep red, like he's just licked them a whole bunch. I'm not sure if they're really that cherry red, or if they just look striking against his ghostly complexion. And one of these days I have to ask him what's with the tiny white scar on his bottom lip, the right side near the middle.

I squeeze his hand and bring his knuckles to my lips, kissing them softly. I then look at him and chuckle. "You slept next to me..."

He grins. Wow, he's in a good mood. A grin is even rarer than a smile. "You know I sleep like a rock. I d'no how you slept!"

I'm always awake before he is. I'm an early riser, always have been. He's a night owl. We compliment each other very well, even down to how we look. Me and my light hair, my tan, my physique. Him and his scrawny ass, his black clothes and hair.

I go back to brushing my lips against his knuckles. His middle knuckle on his right hand has a large scar. On his left are several scars. You wouldn't even notice if you didn't know what to look for. But I know his left hand is worse than his right. Orion's right hand is the hand he throws punches with. His left is the one he used to pick at with his right hand.

"I'm the sun and you're the moon, you know that?" I mutter against his soft skin.

Orion screws up his face. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Suddenly Amy's head pops up. She's kneeling on her seat, her hands clamped down on the back of her chair. She rolls her blue eyes.

"Would you guys shut up already? I can't stand how cute you are! It makes me sick."

"Then put your headphones in," Orion snaps at her.

I laugh and she growls. She reminds me so much of her brother. So much so I think that if I were straight I might fall for her. But luckily for all parties involved I'm not straight.

"Maybe I don't wanna," she all but pouts.

Orion narrows his eyes. "Then why don't you prep for tonight's concert?"

Amy taps the side of her head. "You know I don't have to."

"Then bug off."

She sticks her tongue out and goes back to sitting properly in her seat.

"Amy," Gloria chides where she's sitting to the left of us, her head craned down as usual, "leave your brother alone before he kills you..."

I can't help but smirk, looking out the window. I know Amy does things like that just to get under Orion's skin. It's funny, really. I don't have any siblings, so maybe if I did I wouldn't think it was so funny. I know sometimes it actually bothers Orion, but a lot of it is just a back-and-forth game they play.