Page 14 of Star Mates

With effort, she reined in the tears and took a deep breath. “Thank you,” she whispered to him.

“For what?”

“For making me feel safe.”

He smiled at her. “I’m just as freaked out as you.”

She had to smile at that, vastly relieved to not being alone in her fears. She ran her fingers down his cheek, cupping his chin. He caught her hand and brought it to rest against his heart before rubbing his nose against hers. And then, before she could think, his head bent to capture her lips.

She thought the kiss was what she wanted. What she needed. But something about it felt wrong. Maybe because they’d been thrust into extreme circumstance. More than likely, though, because she wasn’t in an emotionally stable place to begin with. Kissing him felt like kissing a family member.

She brought her hands up and pushed gently against his chest.

Logan pulled back slowly and stared down at her with passion filled eyes behind his glasses.

“Logan, wait,” she said. “I’m grateful that you were there to help me on the Merloni ship because I think I would have gone crazy if I’d been alone.”

“But?”

“You’ve become a very good friend to me.”

“Friend?” A wall came down over his eyes and he abruptly stood up. “Just a friend?”

“Logan. I’m sorry.”

“Right,” he said, sounding bitter. “We’re docking.”

“Logan-”

“We’re friends,” he said, interrupting her. “Got it.”

He walked away without looking back.

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