When he woke, his face was buried in Cove’s shirt. Ciaran smelled of the sea. A new rhythm to his days emerged. After working out in the morning with the soldiers, he would be escorted by Kwan and Kalani to the observatory. After, Cove and Ciaran would not part. They would talk in Cove’s room and enjoy dinner. Sometimes, a soft kiss would be shared. Ciaran never allowed his passion to consume them. Cove never pushed for more. They slept in one another’s clothes.
“I like that my bed smells of cinnamon. I’ve added it to my toast. Don’t watch that. All she does is generate anger from lies,” Cove commented, swiping Ciaran’s phone that played a video of Tesni’s latest show.
“My bed smells like a shark’s home. Once they become space-faring creatures, I’m doomed. Tesni is powerful. I like to kn
