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Sonia deserved an honorable mate. Caldar only needed to decide if he would be that male for her.
The way she looked at him… it was improper.
“Hey,” she said.
“Yes?”
She stepped closer, placing a hand under his chin. Using some kind of Terran sorcery, she drew him down until their lips nearly touched.
She paused, as if giving him the option to end this. He could not end this. He could not.
“Yes,” he repeated, bringing their lips together.
Her lips were soft, coated in a waxy substance that tasted of sweetness. She melted against him, her body pressing against his. He groaned from the sheer joy of it, his arms wrapping around her waist. Their bodies fit together in a way he would not have predicted.
The kiss deepened. He wanted to hold her against him and never let her go.
The meteors increased in frequency. The crowd made appreciative noises. Light erupted around them with a blinding intensity.
Sonia pulled back, blinking against the harsh brightness. “That was pretty close,” she said.
“Yes.” Too close.
This would not end well.
CHAPTER4
CALDAR
“We must goto your bed. Now,” he said.
Sonia stepped back. “Listen, bub, we might have been having a moment, but it was not going that well.”
Impossible female.
“Your bed serves as an emergency pod, as standard interstellar safety protocol.”
“Oh,that’swhat you’re calling it now? Safety protocol,” she retorted.
“This is not a jest—”
Light exploded around them. Caldar threw up his arm to protect his eyes from the blast.
The ship rocked. People shouted in alarm.
“What was that?” Sonia grabbed his other arm, worry in her voice.
“Impact on the ship’s shields.”
“Little bits of space debris hit us all the time, but it never looks like that.”
“That was not space debris.” He scanned the crowd, searching for a ranking ship officer.
There. The unnecessary gold braids on the white jacket sleeve signified an officer.
Caldar grabbed Sonia’s hand and pulled her through the crowd. She resisted. He did not have time for this. He needed to get her into the safety of her pod and to alert the ship’s crew of the imminent attack.
The next explosion rocked the ship. Whatever the cruise ship had in the way of shields, they were down. It was not surprising. This was a pleasure vessel. The shields need only repel small debris and the occasional mid-sized asteroid, not direct missile fire.
