Page 17 of Rescued By The Alien Prince Pirate

In fact, he didn't really seem to notice at all, which made me feel a little less self-conscience about it. I was still confused about these emotions myself, and I was still dealing with it— learning to process it.

I didn't need someone else that I barely even knew judging me too. Nix seemed like a nice guy who just wanted to mind his own business. Neither him nor Cyburn seemed like the judgmental type.

The three of us ducked down the little hallway and escaped into the supply room. It was cold and sterile and extremely organized.

There were big, metal shelves neatly stacked with medical looking equipment and supplies. Everything was intricately organized and placed on racks for easy access and distribution. The walls were painted stark white and the fluorescent lights on overhead were blinding.

"Quick, shut the door," Cyburn instructed urgently as Nix entered the room last.

Nix shut the door quietly and then took one of the smaller shelves and pushed it up against the door.

He grinned at us. "Just in case they try to force their way in here whileweare, too."

"Good thinking," Cyburn said, giving his second in command a nod of approval.

My heart drummed anxiously. I kept expecting more Belic robots to pop out from everywhere. I was on edge and extremely jumpy. I was trying not to scream at every little noise I heard. I was a nervous wreck, trying to tame my rampant thoughts.

"Sit down and rest for a minute," Cyburn coaxed me gently. He put his hand on my back again.

We exchanged a smile. A shiver of amazing tingles rushed through me at his sensational touch.

"We can regroup, for a few minutes," I said, releasing a relieved sigh.

"At least hide out until the excitement out there dies down a bit," Cyburn said and then sat down next to me with a grunt.

His leg lightly brushed up against my leg. More tingles followed. My heart fluttered, too.

He started swiping through the small, rectangular tablet that was attached to his wrist.

"What is that thing?" I asked and pointed to it.

"It's how I communicate with the rest of the unit that is in the ship with us," Cyburn explained. "And with the ships that are following us."

"Your own ships, right?" I asked, hoping that no more Belics were out there following us and watching our every move.

"That's right. I can also navigate my surroundings from this tablet among a few other things," Cyburn added.

I took a deep breath and chuckled at the irony. "I'm still trying to make sense of all that has happened to me," I said and gave Cyburn a sentimental smile.

"What do you mean?" Cyburn looked empathetic and concerned as he made eye contact with me again.

"Well, for starters, I had been walking home from the lab where I work when I was abducted in the middle of the street, in broad daylight," I said. "I never even saw it coming. This weird feeling came over me out of nowhere. The wind picked up and then it got really still. Or maybe it was still at first and then picked up. I can't remember much about it. The next thing I knew, I was waking up on that table like I described earlier. I was so tired when I was walking home that evening. I couldn't wait to crash on my couch and sleep for the rest of the night." I paused and laughed again. 'I suppose the universe had other plans in store for me that day."

"Well, if it's any consolation, you are taking it all really well," Cyburn mentioned with an endearing smile.

"Thanks," I said. "That helps. I'm trying not to freak out."

Both Cyburn and Nix laughed. "You don't need to 'freak out'," Nix said. "We are accustomed to this kind of thing."

"You mean pirating the bad guy's ships?" I asked and laughed too.

"Something like that." Cyburn's black eyes danced with mischief. He was so hot. I couldn't even wrap my head around it.

We heard movement outside the room and immediately stopped talking. My entire body stiffened. That weird, tightening sensation returned in my throat.

Cyburn noticed my mood change. He immediately tried to start comforting me. He was very hands on with me, but not in a way that made me uncomfortable. It was almost as if he knew I was crushing on him hard and was trying to appease me— or perhaps ramp up the attraction even more.

I wished I could flat out ask him how he felt about me, but I didn't have the courage. He seemed like more of an 'action' guy anyway, rather than expressing his feelings through words.

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