Kyro - A.G. Wilde Page 0,11

near her again. Do not even breathe the same air she breathes.”

She watched as Shive’s tail swished behind his body for a few seconds before he grinned—the type of grin that said “fuck you. I really hate you but I’m smiling like I don’t.”

“Just a simple misunderstanding,” Shive muttered. As Kyro released him, Shive’s gaze flitted to her just once before he moved away and disappeared into the crowd.

Kyro watched him go, his back turned to her and Evren found her eyes roving over his wide shoulders. When he finally turned to face her, she found she had to pull her gaze up to his face.

“Thank you.” Please God, don’t let her look like Thirsty Betsy right now. For she was sure her eyes were displaying her every emotion.

Kyro looked down at her, his silver gaze meeting hers and she was surprised that the hostility that had been in his eyes just a second before was no longer there.

“Have you been hurt?” he asked, taking her arm into his as he turned her wrist over in his hand.

His touch was warm and smooth and after what just happened, it made her lady bits tingle.

Sue her. She loved a good show of masculinity.

“No. It was just uncomfortable,” she answered as he let her hand go to take up her basket and hand it back to her. “I didn’t expect such a thing to happen to me all the way on another planet.”

“Shive is a slimy fool.”

His utterance was so sudden and so blunt that it made her huff out a small laugh.

She could agree with that.

“There are not many like him on the base. But the few that are present prey on newcomers like you.”

“Well,” her smile came easily, “I was quite lucky you came along, wasn’t I?”

Something passed within his gaze that she couldn’t determine and then he looked out over the crowd.

“Heading somewhere?”

Crap. She’d forgotten that she had been shopping. The disturbance with Shive had completely unsettled her.

“Uh, yea. I was heading to buy some fabric.” She glanced around them, eyeing the stalls close by in case any of them had cloth for sale. “I just can’t find any.”

“Fah-brik?” Kyro lifted an eyebrow. Well, he lifted the skin where his eyebrow would have been. From what she could see, there wasn’t even the semblance that hair used to be there.

It was just smooth, gray skin. It caught her attention and she wondered what his skin felt like there.

“Yes, fabric.”

He didn’t look as if that made it any clearer.

“Fabric? Like cloth?” Evren continued.

Kyro blinked at her.

“To make clothes?” She pulled at the brown piece of clothing she was wearing. “I want to make clothes, so I don’t have to wear this anymore.”

Kyro’s gaze fell, moving down her shoulders then down the brown dress with such slow intensity, she felt like squirming.

Swallowing hard, she released the dress and put her hand behind her back.

The way he was looking at her almost made it seem as if he wasn’t seeing the article of clothing at all. It looked as if he was stripping her naked.

Or maybe it was her lingering horniness that was talking. Probably she’d inhaled some of those fumes at the weed stall for when he spoke, nothing of the sort was betrayed in his voice.

“You were seeking clothing material in the pleasure market?”

At that, she felt her cheeks warm immediately.

She hadn’t purposely gone into that section of the market. It had been a mistake!

Opening her mouth to answer him, she was cut off as he continued speaking. “Is it clothes for pleasure you seek to make? Pleasure clothing?”

He was tilting his head as he regarded her now, as if the thought confused him a little.

“I thought humans removed clothing when copulating.”

Evren’s eyes widened.

My, oh my, the conversation had gone in a direction she had not anticipated.

“I, uh, well...” She scratched the back of her neck. “I wasn’t looking for fabric to make ‘pleasure clothing,’ okay.”

He didn’t look as if he believed her.

“The Restitution has clothing you can wear. The standard kit. Like what I am wearing.” He motioned to himself with his hand. He was wearing a simple white vest and dark pants.

Quite a few of the aliens around them were wearing the same thing.

“Oh. I didn’t know I could get those.” She bit her bottom lip in thought. “I guess, I just wanted to try making my own...you know...something to do. It gets a bit lonely here.”

Something moved within his gaze and, once more, she couldn’t determine what