Eris hadn’t seen much of the ship last night, just the medbay and his quarters, so her eyes were wide on the short walk to the galley.
“Whoa, I didn’t realize how big this thing was,” she said as he led her down the corridor, keeping a close eye on her until he was sure she was stable walking. The last thing he wanted to do was compromise her recovery. Not only because he didn’t want Talent yelling at him, but also because he couldn’t bear the thought of her in pain. Ever.
“It’s actually a small warship,” he explained, waving his hand over the door plate to the galley. It opened with a soft whoosh and she stepped past him. The delicate scent rising from her skin, the shower gel from his cabin and a smell that was uniquely hers, wrapped around him, holding him prisoner for a moment. Heat
