Chapter 31

Out in the corridor, the two of us finally

alone, I let him wrap his arms around my waist and nuzzle my neck.

“My room,” I tell him. I don’t want any interruptions this

time.

* * * *

We’re still twined together in my sweaty

sheets when they page us to the nav deck. No vidscreens this time,

just our names echoing through the ship as we hurry to dress, and I

get one of the jumpsuits up to my hips before I realize it’s too

tight along my thighs, it’s not mine. “Here,” I say, tugging it

down as Dylan starts to zip up the jumpsuit he’s wearing, my

suit. “This one’s yours.”

The page comes again. “We’re on our way,” he

mutters to no one in particular, stepping into his own jumpsuit. He

stands in the open doorway, watches me zip up, waits while I pull

on my boots. I can feel the weight of his gaze on my ass, my legs,

when I bend over to scoop the sheets back onto the bed. “I love

you,” he says suddenly. “Just so you know.”

“I know,” I tell him, waving my hand