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Her taste was still in his mouth, she was sure, but he was trying to fight his own need. It was evident when his cock jerked in his pants again.
He gave her a smile that held more sorrow than anything else.
“I should go…calm down.”
He grunted and moved.
Slipping off the other side of the bed, he grabbed his mask and was heading toward the door before she could protest.
She watched him go, not able to say a word as hurt, rejection, and embarrassment filled her.
As the door opened and he stepped out, Nia readjusted her cloak to cover herself.
She pulled her knees to her chest as he turned and looked back at her.
The look in his eyes was one she couldn’t read but he held her gaze for a few moments before the door closed and he was gone, leaving her wondering, what the hell had just happened.
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Ka’Cit leaned against the wall outside the door.
He was a phekking fool.
He’d almost gone too far, further than would have been wise.
If he’d allowed himself to, he’d have seated himself within her and Raxu knew, if he’d done that he wouldn’t be able to let her go.
As he made his way back down to the lounge, he adjusted his mask and steeled himself.
He had to put some distance between them.
He had two more days on this station with her and he’d already gone too far. What the phek was he going to do now?
The doors to the lounge opened and silence filled the room as before.
Ka’Cit ignored them as he made his way to the bar.
The bartender looked less nervous this time.
“Is something wrong with the room, Crusher?”
Phek, he hated that name.
He really did.
The bartender must have seen the look in his eyes because he paled a little.
They’d disposed of the bodies of the Hordreks already, he noticed.
“Give me one of those.” Ka’Cit pointed a finger at one of the drinks on display.
It was a yellow one, and he had no idea what it was.
He didn’t care.
He wasn’t going to drink it anyway.
Not that he wanted to.