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JESSICA RESTED her head on Iztho’s shoulder. Languid steam rose off the surface of the bath. Its sulphuric scent mingled with the perfume in his wet hair.
Her heart still thudded with the afterglow of lovemaking. Lazy, relaxed, luxurious. Getting better all the time. That’s how it was meant to be: a relaxation, not a fight.
He trailed a finger over her back; her skin broke out in delicious goosebumps.
“What do you say? Shall we do this for the rest of our lives?”
Jessica met his light blue gaze. She couldn’t help a twinge of unease stirring inside her. Since coming to share her room yesterday morning, he had spoken of little else—gaining Union citizenship, joining his business, travelling the universe— “I do want to learn.”
Not really an answer at all, but yes was not an answer ei
