I didn’t have much experience with guys. I’d lost my virginity to my high school sweetheart, who’d then promptly broken up with me, claiming he needed space. After that, I’d had a few make-out sessions with other guys my age, but this creature, this machine, made those guys look like shadows. He was built in the form of a man, and my body reacted to him in a way I wasn’t expecting, flushing with heat and softening.
Good. It was a distraction, something else to focus on aside from the fact that I’d lost everyone I’d loved and was on a ship bound for goodness knews where.
This machine was the perfect diversion. “What are you?” The question popped out before I could bite it back.
“Aeon. My name is Aeon, and I’m the Arc keeper.” He strode toward the exit. “Follow me.”
Aeon led me expertly
