Chapter 15

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Once the crew is settled into the carrier, I

retreat to the safety of the nav deck. I can’t sit in the cafeteria

with seven other people and pretend Dylan’s not there, not when he

looks at me the way he does, the hint of a smile on his face

matching the promise I see in his eyes. Every time he opens his

mouth to speak, I feel like a gawkish teenager, and I know the

others see this, they must.The way he makes me feel, the

way I stare at him, the way he watches me, like he didn’t sit on my

bunk two months ago and tell me we shouldn’t be exclusive, at least

not right now. Every time he laughs, I smile at him. Every time he

winks at me, I flush. When his knee nudges mine beneath the table,

I almost knock over my glass of water, I’m that jittery. I have to

get out of here.

So I mumble some lame excuse and hurry to

the nav deck, where it’s dark like a womb and I can hide away from

everyone else for a little while, at least. The only lights come