Still, that troubled crease in his forehead marred his perfect face more than any scar ever would. I tried to even it out with a trail of gentle kisses up his cheek and a change in subject.
"I've seen you before, you know," I murmured against his bristly stubble.
He tilted his head so my lips could travel farther up, his eyes half-closed. The kind of power I had over him, the kind that seemed to melt him as much as he did me, was intoxicating. "Hmm?"
"I saw you in the Waiting Room arguing with some older guy. And don't laugh too hard, but I was checking out your ass."
His eyes snapped open. "What? You were checking out ... When? I know I would've seen you."
"The day before I came aboard. At the Sky Dock, which I call the Waiting Room because - "
"Yeah, I got it, college girl. B
