Chapter Seventeen
Gracie insisted she be allowed to move back into Kordon’s living quarters that night. They spent the rest of the evening eating, talking, touching, and sleeping. Gracie still couldn’t believe all the questions Kordon threw at her.
“What is your favorite color?” Kordon asked while feeding her.
Gracie rolled her eyes, remembering how he insisted on feeding her every bit of the food he ordered. She finally gave up and just let him. If it made him happy, then who was she to argue. She leaned back against the pillows he stacked behind her and opened her mouth for another piece of fruit.
“Dark blue,” Gracie replied, licking the juice from her lips.
Kordon’s eyes followed Gracie’s tongue. “Why?” he asked in a distracted voice.
“Because I love your eyes. I’ve never seen suc
