Page 44 of Warrior
I glanced at the shirt in my hands, realizing I’d folded the same garment for the last five minutes. I intended to toss it on thewashedpile but couldn’t remember which was thewashedpile and whichwas unwashed.There was a minor difference between the two. The only thing the chalk soap was good for was getting the stink out and imparting a nice astringent scent.
Normally, I didn’t have any trouble separating the clean from the dirty.
Normally, I found the chore meditative and peaceful.
Normally, I wasn’t swarmed with memories of Daicon’s head between my legs.
The heat that crept over my face was part embarrassment and part worry. Daicon left for the tunnel before I woke, so other than the sweet nothings whispered between lovers in the aftermath, we hadn’t talked about what happened.
What if he regrets it?
I don’t know quite how I feel about it myself.
I'd never casually dated. I’d barely dated at all until Gavin. I certainly never did anything like last night, and I’m rather scandalized by how much I enjoyed it.
Hopefully, Daicon enjoyed it, too.
He certainly acted like he did. The problem is, I needed a frame of reference on how to decipher Daicon's behavior, or mine, too, for that matter. I was a virgin when I married Gavin, so there was no awkwardness the next day after our first time. No worry about whether he would call again.
Sweet fancy Moses! I hoped Daicon would do the equivalent of calling again.
The way he made me feel.
Sex with my husband was enjoyable, but Daicon played my body like a virtuoso. I’d never orgasmed that hard in my life. I didn’t even know it was possible—so intense I barely clung to consciousness. Being with him was the closest thing I’d ever experienced to the elusive ‘heaven on earth’—make that 'heaven on an alien moon'.
I knew I had a crush on Daicon—what woman in her right mind wouldn’t? But after last night, if I’m being honest. It’s more than a crush.
I like Daicon.
I like him a lot.
I might evenmorethan like him, and that scares me.
What kind of future would I have with an alien warrior?
One filled with unbelievable pleasure. That’s what kind.
“This stinks.”
The voice caused me to start, my eyes finding a pair of short, furry legs underneath a large laundry bag.
Ewok carried the bag to the water’s edge, dropping it with a thump. His nose curled adorably, although the reason wasn’t cute at all. Daicon told me Kerzak had a scent range of up to twenty miles. To me, the bag he carried smelled faintly musty—I couldn’t imagine how awful it smelled to him.
The furry darling tottered over beside me, the grimace on his face fading, replaced by curiosity as I watched his flat, black nose twitch. I reached for another shirt from what I thought was the washed pile, laying it atop my lap and smoothing the damp, wrinkled fabric. Ewok leaned closer and inhaled deeply.
“What are you doing?” I laughed.
Ewok's dark eyes settled on my face, holding a slightly accusatory glint.
"Did you mate with Daicon?"
“What?” The shirt went flying from my fingers like it was the offending party. “What? Why…. what…why…?
Ewok leaned closer, inhaling deep.
“Stop that,” I scolded, feeling my face redden. “Why would you ask me such a thing?” I was never good at lying, but I could evade the question, or at least try.
“You smell like Daicon.” He shrugged, as though the comment didn’t make my cheeks blaze with embarrassment. "When adults carry the other's scent, it usually means they've mated."
