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“Which leads me to my next question.”

“Uh-oh.”

Cyburn reached around my body and held me a little closer. I liked his possessive nature. It made me feel secure.

“Are youreallyconsidering staying on board with my crew for good? Staying…” he trailed off and paused. I knew what was coming, but he said the words anyway. “Staying with me?”

Regardless of what my heart wanted; I didn’t see what choice Ihadother than staying with Cyburn. Not that I wanted to tell that tohim.It seemed unnecessarily insensitive. It wasn’t like I could just book a flight back to Earth and be home at my apartment by breakfast tomorrow morning. On the other hand, I reallydidwant to be with him.

“I like the idea of…” I almost said ‘us’, but I stopped myself.

“What is it?” Cyburn softly stroked my hair.

I started again. “Like I said, I’m having fun with you.”

“For now.” His voice had a disappointed drawl.

“For the foreseeable future,” I offered instead to give him more hope.

He breathed in slowly and let it out even slower. His heart thumped against my eardrum as I pressed my head against the hardness of his chest. I felt so comfortable with him. Subconsciously I knew I wanted to stay with him no matter what.

We lay together in silence for a while. I didn’t know what was on his mind, but as the mess of kinks inside my head started to knot evenmore, I knew I had an even bigger mess to deal with in my waking world.

Amada.

The reminder of Cyburn’s bitter ex came screaming back to the front of my brain. Staying with Cyburn instead of trying to get myself to the nearest intergalactic embassy was going to come with its fair share of problems.

This gave me doubts. I didn’t know what to do, but I was rapidly approaching a fork in the road. I would have to make a decision soon.

ChapterEight

CYBURN

Iwas the first to wake the next morning. I took a few moments to watch a peaceful Carmela as she slept soundly in the corner of my bed. Her legs were tucked up tight to her chest. She was sleeping in a little ball. She was already tiny and cute, and with the scrunched up way she was sleeping, it made her look even more adorable.

Her wavy brown hair was fanned out haphazardly across the pillow. It was soft and plush. I reached out and gently brushed my fingertips across the locks, unable to resist the temptation to feel how soft it was, and I wasn’t disappointed.

Upon my movement, Carmela’s eyelids fluttered, and she released a soft, contented sigh. She let out a quiet, sexy moan and stretched, rolling over, her body now facing me. She was still naked. She didn’t seem too bothered to conceal it, which pleased me. Her bare tummy was flat and so appealing. I wanted to kiss and lick the toned features of her abdominal muscles.

I stared between her legs, looking at the pink flesh that brought us both enormous amounts of pleasure.

Her eyes lazily opened, one at a time, and she peered up at me with a groggy blink. Her pale pink lips parted, and her restful expression was affectionate and adorable.

“Good morning,” I whispered to her and tenderly brushed my lips against hers.

“Good morning.” Her voice was low and silky with sleep.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” I apologized.

Carmela moaned again and stretched out her coiled legs. She reached her slender arms over her head in a big stretch and yawned. I was happy that she felt so relaxed in my bed with me.

“That’s okay. I want to wake up if you’re up so we can spend some time together.” Her smile was genuine, not clingy.

“Are you hungry? We can go downstairs and get some breakfast from the mess hall soon,” I suggested.

Carmela frowned, clearly contemplating the offer. “I’m not terribly starving right now, but that sounds nice. Perhaps I can work up an appetite.”

Anything we could do to extend the time we got to spend together.

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