Chapter 71

The purple and green curve of the planet Orin smiled at the twinkling stars that filled the window of the Vicio's cockpit. Only three hours until we landed to hire people who resembled me in an attempt to throw the law off my fugitive tail. No small feat, but one made easier by the delicious ache from being ravaged night after night by the beautiful man lying next to me.

Mase's fingers curled against his palm in a loose fist, and the corners of his mouth tipped up in a relaxed smile. Strands of blond hair I loved to run my fingers through so much fell across one eye, down along the stubble of his strong jaw, and feathered almost to his shoulders. He looked so peaceful in sleep, even with the scars striping his perfection and often marring his memories.