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“I must carry you again,” Lorran warned before picking her back up.
“Thank you for the warning,” she said, tucking her head down. If it wasn’t for the terror and her heart pounding in her chest, this could be nice.
In the span of heartbeats, they dashed through the hatch and across the bridge. She counted the steps until they were back on the shuttle.
Tension in her chest eased, having escaped the haunted ghost ship.
Lorran set her on her feet and tugged off the helmet. Air, sound, and the stench of burnt plastic hit her all at once.
“Bronwyn, you may open your eyes.”
Vivid blue eyes beamed down at her with a huge grin on his face. Warm.Real. She couldn’t help but smile in return.
“Best date ever,” he proclaimed.
Chapter 9
Wyn
The moment stretched between them, warm, sweet, and as sticky as caramel.
His eyes fell to her lips, and his hands gripped her shoulders, firm and strong. He radiated strength. Maybe it was the adrenaline leaving her system or the way he had a good six inches of height on her and had carried her like she weighed nothing, but she felt a growing excitement zip through her body.
“You know, it’s tradition to end the date with a kiss,” she said, her voice low.
His eyes gleamed with something akin to hunger.
“I will respectfully observe your Terran traditions,” he replied. Confidence crept back into his grin, but it lacked his previous cockiness, when she felt as if he hid behind a handsome face and empty words.
She stretched up on her tiptoes. His head lowered.
A throat cleared. Lorran’s hands fell away as he stepped back.
She let out a long sigh, frustrated that she forgot about the other guy.
“Move the shuttle away. I will see to my mate,” Lorran said, still holding Wyn’s gaze like he wanted to eat her.
The other man grumbled but didn’t protest. Without a word, Mylomon peeled off his armor, stripping down to his wherewithalls.
And…now Lorran was undressing.
Wyn turned round and looked directly up at the ceiling.
Wow.While before she merely thought Lorran had no modesty and zero reason to be humble, having been in his arms and felt his muscles firsthand, now she was sure of it.
“Wyn, we are alone. Remove your armor so that it may be cleaned.” He placed his armor in a crate. “It is a self-cleaning unit,” he explained, as if that was the reason she hesitated.
She glanced around. The partition to the front had been closed, giving them some privacy. She wanted a shower with tons of water and soap to wash away the grime on her skin. The suit had been warm, all her bits felt sweaty, and the scent of smoke made her head hurt.
Had her sweaty and smelly behind really been seconds away from kissing Lorran? The day was playing with her head becausegross. The suit must have had a malfunction. Clearly, her brain didn’t get enough oxygen.
“Okay, please don’t judge me,” she said.
He tilted his head to one side. That must be his curious expression, she reasoned.
“Judge you how? Because you required assistance to evacuate the ship?”
“Because I’m not strong like you and I’m not, you know, fit.” She focused on undoing the boots because she’d die from embarrassment if she had to look at him. It’d be easier to cry shyness rather than explain to the gorgeous six-foot-something alien that she had body issues because of her fat ass. “Just don’t look.”
