Kyro - A.G. Wilde Page 0,37

words, and his legs forgot how to move. Heck, it seemed as if his entire resolve was waning.

Qrak it.

His own body betrayed him and began moving even before he knew he was going to do it.

As he climbed onto the sleeping area with her, Evren turned so her back was facing him but her delicious backside was jutting in his direction.

The sleeping area was narrow too. Too narrow for him to lie on his back. The only option would be to lie on his side. Swallowing hard once more, he settled in beside her, noting immediately how she fit against him, her rump right in the curve of his pelvis...right against his...

Squeezing his eyes tight, Kyro leaned his head back.

Sleep would not come to him this night.

She wriggled a bit and he had to bite back the groan that began rumbling in his chest.

His cock was hard and ready. He could already feel his tip oozing his pre-spend.

He didn’t know if she could feel him throbbing against her, but he could certainly feel her...and she felt so qrakking good.

So soft.

So welcoming.

Maybe it was his body reacting after so long without any real contact, but she was more than he had ever imagined she would be, and he hadn’t even done anything with her yet.

Not that he was going to.

They couldn’t.

As she reached down to pull the coverings over them both, she settled against him, sighing into sleep so easily he was surprised at her ability to do so.

He, on the other hand, had never felt more awake in his life.

A part of him was rejoicing and a part of him hopeful, but a part of him was devastated. A large part of him.

This would never be his, this life.

It was all just a dream...only fleeting.

As her breathing evened out, he draped his arms around her and held her close, burying his face into the pale strands covering her head.

Who knew if he would ever experience anything even close to this ever again?

“It wasn’t nothing to me...” he murmured into her hair.

She was fast asleep. For once, he could be honest with himself and with her as well.

“It meant everything to me, that kiss.” His eyes closed as he accepted that truth. “Everything.”

17

He wasn’t there when she woke up the next morning and Evren immediately missed his presence.

The spot on the bed where he’d slept was still warm and she could even still feel his arm draped around her.

When she’d jolted awake in the night, he’d pulled her closer to him and she had fallen right back asleep.

It was the first time she’d felt so calm in someone else’s presence. Her cat, Nigel, had been the only other being she could relax so easily around.

Taking up her datapad, she realized he’d left it on the bed for her. As she activated the device, there was a message on the screen.

“More warm liquid for you in the warmer.”

That was all.

Evren’s face fell and she leaned back in the bed, staring at the wall in front of her.

Her dreams had been dominated by being lost in the forest with those disgusting toad-aliens, the Tasqals, chasing her. Only, she wasn’t a kid anymore. She was a grown woman.

Rolling her shoulders, she ran her hand over where Kyro had slept before throwing her legs over the side of the bed.

It’d felt so good having him there holding her.

Was that what the other human women were experiencing? They had that every day. Every night.

She’d be lying to herself if she pretended she didn’t want that too.

As she entered the kitchen, the light of the warmer—a cylindrical device that acted similar to a microwave—was on. Opening the lid, she smiled as she saw the cup of tea.

She didn’t know how he’d done it or what he’d used, but he’d been right. Just like chamomile, it had a real relaxing effect on her.

Tapping on her datapad, she reread his message and typed a “Thank you” back before accessing the server.

Her nightmare the night before had her feeling anxious. A change needed to be made.

Today was the day she found a job.

Biting her lip, she tapped her finger on the datapad’s screen.

She didn’t even know how she would go about doing that.

A job? How would she even find one?

Accessing the server, she typed in the only logical thing she could: jobs near me.

There was a little ping and the datapad asked, “Would you like to search for positions on the Restitution’s base?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“Searching.” A second passed. “Here is