Kyro - A.G. Wilde Page 0,20

him once more.

“I’ll just be over here working on my clothes.”

With that, she moved over to a table in the corner of the room where she had spread the material she’d bought the day before.

He watched her move, noticing the sway of her hips as she stepped over to her task. Soon, she was frowning down at the cloth and muttering to herself as she circled the table.

Getting to work, Kyro took up the datapad that was sitting on the chair and accessed the interface.

“Ok, so maybe I cut this here and sew this to this. That would make a stylish skirt, right?”

His nonexistent brows shot up as he glanced over in her direction. Was she speaking to him? It didn’t seem like it. She wasn’t even looking in his direction.

Instead, her brows were wrinkled as she frowned at the material spread over the table.

“Who am I kidding? I’m not vying for a spot on Seamstresses of the Galaxy. Nobody will care if the cut is a bit off, will they?”

She circled the table, tilting her head left and right as if that would make her see the material better.

“Ok. The best way to do this is to just start.”

He watched her set her mouth into a thin line and could feel the amusement settle over his features. Why was she talking to herself?

“I can do this. Just cut...right? Easy peezy.”

As she cut the material, he watched her body gradually lean over the table till her entire upper section was stretched over the surface and...

A ball formed in his throat, which he had to put much effort into swallowing down.

Soft and curvy...

On the other end of the table, her ass was lifted in the air. In that position, it looked even more rounded and attention-grabbing. The position itself was making him think of other things...the position she was in was so suggestive—it was almost obscene.

Blinking, his eyes focused and he turned away.

What was he doing?

These thoughts.

Accessing the datapad, he began the update sequence, plugging in the language file he had brought with him.

He hadn’t allowed himself to slip before. After all this time, after all these years hiding, he had never allowed himself to even imagine having something else...something more.

Yet, now, since being around these humans, his resolve seemed to be slipping ever so slightly each day. To lose it all would be detrimental.

He’d played it safe all the time, never getting too close to anyone—Evren included.

When they’d rescued the humans only to have their ship attacked, they’d had to divert to the desert planet Muk, and he had ended up with her. Yet, he had kept his distance. He’d hardly spoken to her. Hardly stayed close to her.

He’d gotten them to the Muk outpost so they could be picked up as soon as possible.

And now what was he doing? He was undoing all his efforts at keeping his distance, that’s what.

“For fuck’s sake!”

Her sudden exclamation had him looking in her direction, and he noticed she was now lifting the piece of cloth that she’d cut.

“Sorry,” she offered when she realized he was looking at her. Then she turned her attention back to the piece of material, mumbling something about it not being cut straight.

As she went back to cutting the material once more, he couldn’t stop himself from staring.

Today, she had her hair piled on top of her head in an odd way. He assumed it was supposed to keep the strands high so she could see better, but it was failing at that because a mess of tendrils fell around her face.

It made his eyes crinkle at the corners as he gazed at her.

Holding up the material she was working on, she glared at it.

What had it done to her for her to scowl at it so? Her obvious annoyance at the piece of material almost made him chuckle.

Almost.

Humans weren’t endearing. She certainly wasn’t.

Not the tendrils falling down to frame her face... Not the way she wrinkled her nose when judging her work... Not the way she bit the corner of her lip as she stared at the material...or the way her buttocks pushed out when she stood with her hands bracing on her hips...or the way she spoke to herself as if completely forgetting he was in the room.

He wasn’t smiling inside because these things somehow gave him pleasure.

This was all for research, he reminded himself.

The only problem was that it seemed as if he was beginning to enjoy his “research” a little too much.

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She was horrible