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“We must find a bed, Miya.”
She grinned and wiggled her brows. “Oh, yeah.” Her hands slid up his chest to pull him down for a kiss–
“You need sleep.”
She huffed. “What I need is you, you intense hunk of a male. In a big, sturdy bed.” Preferably with his hands cuffed to the headboard so he wouldn’t stop her again from exploring with lips and tongue. Not that any cuffs would hold him.
“I will keep watch while you sleep.”
She rested her chin on his chest and gave him her best puppy-eyes look. “After we test how sturdy the bed is?”
“Miya.” Said firmly but with his ears twitching.
Oh, did he like the idea of some bed-testing. Why was he resisting his desire when he had deemed them safe enough to indulge her? Time to up her game. “Come on. You’ll get the chance to feel my hair against your skin… everywhere.”
He caught her by the nape of the neck and rested his forehead on hers. “You’re deadly,” he whispered, the words a puff of warm air against her lips.
“Is that a yes?”
“You’ll rest. I’ll keep watch.”
Miya groaned in protest. “You’re evil. Know that if I die today, you’ll have a horny ghost haunting you.”
“You’re not going to die. Because I will be keeping–”
“Watch, yes.” She sighed.
He pulled away from her abruptly, as if he didn’t trust himself if he stayed close even for a second longer. Then he exited the cubicle and went to get her panties off the floor. “I’ll wash this so you would have something to cover yourself with.”
What happened to her undergarments being useless? Looked like someone was trying to reduce the temptation.
“Therak, let me wash my own panties.” The bralette was stained with his blood, so Miya was simply going to leave it there. If Birmiang Mining risked coming for their shitty equipment once she sent an alert about Xera to the Intergalactic Council, they would see what a quality product looked like.
Therak did not give her the panties back. He started washing them in the ways of old in one of the sinks, applying his single-minded focus to the task.
Well, since he insisted… Miya left him to his self-imposed activity and went to select one of the jumpsuits hanging from wall hangers at the back end of the shower room.
When she had seen the clothing upon entering the room earlier, she had nearly tripped in her eagerness to reach the ugly gray jumpsuits. Most were pretty dirty, but there were some relatively clean ones too, probably left here for the cleaner bots to collect and take for a wash.
Now Miya began going through the clean-ish jumpsuits in search of one that wouldn’t swamp her. She hit the intergalactic jackpot with the third one. “Yes!” No more fighting for her survival in lace; no more getting sand where she wanted only Therak to slide in.
Speaking of Therak, why was she no longer hearing the water running? Miya paused, jumpsuit lifted in her hands for a final inspection, and looked toward the sinks.
Therak was done with the washing but instead of drying her panties using the drying nozzles in the shower cubicle, he was simply standing there, eyeing the clothing in her hands. If he possessed pyrokinesis, the jumpsuit would be catching fire any second now.
“Therak, why the stink eye?”
“I don’t like it. Leave it.”
She snickered at his serious tone and gave the jumpsuit another perusal. “Yeah, gray is so not my color–”
“It will muffle your scent.”
Had he just grumbled? Miya narrowed her eyes at him. “Isn’t that a good thing with a Miya-hungry predator around?”
His hand visibly tightened around her panties. “I need your scent.”
“Therak, I’m not leaving your side.” She returned to stand next to him. “You don’t need my scent to find me, because we’re not getting separated, okay?”
