Chapter 90

Insufferable jerk, mocking her at every turn while at the same time sending out mixed signals. One moment he kissed her as if he couldn't get enough, and the next he jumped away from her as if she bore the plague-to which he was immune.

He's afraid of my human cooties. That or he was embarrassed and fearful one of his buddies might catch him kissing a human. Well, maybe I don't want to be caught kissing a machine. The petty thought instantly sobered her. No matter what she'd been taught, or what Aramus did or said to convince her, she couldn't equate the man she'd left behind with an unemotional robot. His kiss was too hot and too real to deny. Metallic parts, computer things in his brain or not, Aramus was nothing like a machine. Nothing like anyone she'd ever met.

Oh god, don't tell me I'm suffering from that syndrome where a prisoner falls for her captor. A valid theory, except she'd never wanted to drag any of her human abusers in for a smooch, and more. . .