Page 67 of Sky’s Edge

Cat.

My gaze raced back to him.

Everyone close to me called me that, it wasn’t new.

So why did it sound so damned good coming from his lips?

“Bed?” he prompted.

“Sure,” I replied.

And…yes.

The moratorium on touch was definitely out the window, because he let me go but took my hand and held it all through turning out the lights, guiding me up the stairs and into the bedroom.

He went first in the bathroom again.

I joined him after my turn wearing another awesome nightgown, this a slink of red silk with two high side slits.

Once I was in bed at his side, the lights out, the covers up to my neck, my back to him, him on his back, he asked the canopy, “Was it your goal to torture me with your nightgowns?”

“It wasn’t my idea not to have sex,” I reminded him.

He didn’t reply, not even to ask again if I was ready to take it there.

And I knew why.

Because if he did, it could be construed as him putting pressure on me to take it there.

By Lilith, this was a disaster.

I didn’t need to know he was a decent male on top of everything else.

I sighed.

Heavily.

I felt him roll to his side, facing me.

“Goodnight, Catla,” he murmured, his silky voice a little sleepy, and very lovely.

“Goodnight,” I replied.

I stared at the firelight dancing in the room until my eyelids drooped, and I fell asleep.

Late the next morning, after I woke up alone (again—seriously, the male was an early bird), we breakfasted together (again), then we bundled up and headed out to the two SnowSprints resting in the open area at the back of the citadel, waiting to take us on our journey (by the by, they were also stored underground, that underground being under the open area).

Part of the shipment that came with my boots yesterday was, I was learning right then, two very large, very beautiful bouquets of flowers.

Zyra held one made of white calla lilies and demon-red roses.

She handed me the other: magenta carnations and white roses tipped in blood red.

She got on the back of a Sprint with Manny.

After Tanyn loaded up Hurley, he mounted the Sprint, and I got on behind him.

With light flurries falling, we sped down the road that hugged the plateau, came to the landing platform, and sped across that.