Kylie and Logan watched the spaceship soar out of sight as they lay together on the ground. Rather than stand up right away, Kylie clasped Logan's arm and snuggled against it, exalting in his hard muscles and soft scent.
“He's really gone now, isn't he?” She whispered after a few minutes.
“Yes, he is.” Logan murmured back. He fiddled with a dial on his watch and then ran a hand through her hair. “You don't have to worry about him anymore.” He stood up slowly, pulling her to her feet, and they stood locked in a sideways embrace for a long time, both still watching the speck of clouds where the Wythirian spacecraft had vanished.
“What are we going to do?” Kylie wondered aloud, and then truly considered the question. “Oh my god, Logan, what are we going to do? There's a… there's a dead cop
