Kyro - A.G. Wilde Page 0,75

little, but he recovered quickly. “You usually brush away my offers of friendship. I am merely surprised.”

Ah.

Something about him still rubbed her the wrong way but it could be because he was more alien than most of the aliens she’d been close to so far. He had tentacles after all.

She’d put it down to that.

“Here comes my shuttle,” M’Agunt said beside her, looking off into the distance.

Turning in the direction he was facing, she saw a large shuttle approaching. It looked much cleaner and newer than the other shuttles arriving and departing from the station.

As the vessel stopped by their feet and the door hissed open, Evren was treated to the interior. Plush cushions lined the seats. It was obviously not public transport.

“After you.” M’Agunt’s voice seemed really close and when she turned, he was right behind her. Far too close for her liking. She’d have to establish some ground rules if they were going to travel together.

Taking a step forward toward the shuttle, Evren gulped, her head turning toward the street that led back to the apartments.

Once she boarded the shuttle, that was it.

It was goodbye forever.

She was going toward a new life and she wouldn’t even remember anything she and Kyro had shared.

Taking another step, she looked back again.

“I can’t do this...”

“What?” M’Agunt’s eyes grew large. “You must board. You have already accepted.”

She could have sworn his temper was beginning to flare, but she didn’t even have time to notice it.

“I can’t do this,” she repeated, finally focusing on M’Agunt as her own eyes widened with clarity.

She couldn’t do it.

She couldn’t just leave and forget about Kyro.

What they’d shared, it was special.

It was everything.

She’d been stupid to think she could just escape and forget about her problems.

She needed him.

There must be some way for them to work it out. Maybe she could convince him to follow her to some unknown planet where they could live together without worrying about each other’s safety.

They could find a way.

Heck, she’d even live on the desert planet called Muk.

If it meant they could be together, she’d do anything.

Only...she didn’t know if he felt the same. Would he give up his life for her if she asked him to?

There was only one way to find out.

Taking off at a run, she only heard M’Agunt’s grunt of anger as she left the station but heading back towards the apartments felt right.

She couldn’t leave.

Her future was big, gray, and sexy. She could see that now.

She only needed him to see the same.

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Excitement thrummed through Evren as she weaved her way through the crowds heading to the station. By the time she got to the market, every nerve ending in her body was excited. When she made it to the street leading to the apartments, she was biting her lip in anticipation and worry.

What if he sent her away?

What if he didn’t feel as deeply as she did?

What if she was making a bad decision?

She’d find out soon enough.

She was excited...but she was also scared.

Kyro was in her head. Ever since they’d parted by her door, he’d been in her head. She couldn’t get him out of her thoughts, and it had nothing to do with the mind-blowing sex, the thick dick, or the constant orgasms.

Sharing those moments with him only underlined that whatever she was feeling for him was real. It wasn’t just based on sexual attraction. The night she’d spent with him told her that whatever was between them was so much more.

Even as she hurried down the street, she wondered how she could have even considered leaving.

How could she have left his lame jokes behind?

His scorching looks?

His rare smiles?

She wouldn’t just miss out on all that, she’d also miss out on his friendship—and it had been the only thing to pull her from the pit of depression she’d been falling into.

She’d been stupid. So stupid to not have fought for him harder.

What they had was something most humans on Earth dreamed of. She could already feel it.

He was meant for her.

They were meant for each other.

It was so clear now.

Funny it took almost getting on a ship with Mr. Tentacle, M’Agunt, for her to realize that.

As she reached his building, she looked up to the second floor. It was still early. Maybe he hadn’t gone out for the day yet and she could still catch him.

Entering the gravity lift, her body feeling lighter as she floated up to his floor, she waited impatiently. As soon as the doors to the lift opened, she