Kyro: A Sci-fi Alien Abduction Romance (Captured by Aliens Book 5), A.G. Wilde [amazing books to read .txt] 📗

character in The Big Loud Noise had mentioned it several times as well.

“Yes, thank you.”

She rocked on her heels. “What would you like?” she asked, then hurriedly added, “I don’t have much of a selection, let me warn you.”

She didn’t wait for his answer but instead headed toward her food preparation room, her voice floating to him in the sitting area as he looked around her living space.

There was hardly any customization in her quarters. Actually, the more he looked the more he realized there was no customization.

Her apartment was standard. Neutral.

He knew she’d only been there for a little over a week, but her apartment looked exactly like his did.

Standard gray seats sat on the floor in the sitting area. The tables were bare. The windows had the standard coverings...if she left tomorrow, it would be like she hadn’t spent any time there at all.

And she was thinking of leaving, probably because of him. If he hadn’t mentioned the Intergalactic Hub, then she wouldn’t have gotten the idea.

All night, that had been at the center of his thoughts.

Her wishing to leave the base shouldn’t bother him, but just as the interactions of the other day, it did bother him—bothered him more than it should.

“There’s something in here.” She walked back out with a bottle of jinn in her hand, screwing up her nose as she stared at it. “I don’t know what this is.”

“Jinn,” he offered. “It is intoxicating to humans.”

Her eyebrows rose a little as she nodded her head slowly, still looking at the bottle.

“You mean it can get me drunk?”

“Easily, yes.”

Her smile made his breath hitch a little. “Guess I should save some for later when I need something to drown my sorrows. Would you like some? It’s the only thing I saw in there.”

“I accept.”

She smiled at him and headed back into the food preparation room.

In the next few seconds, she returned with a receptacle and the bottle in hand.

“Here you go.” She rested the receptacle on the table and poured a drink.

Kyro nodded.

“So, um, how do we do this? Is it something you have to plug in to update it or is it wireless or...?”

Ah.

He’d forgotten that’s why he’d come by. He didn’t usually forget things.

“Instead of interfering with your current implant, I thought it best to update your datapad with human languages instead. Updating the implant might be...tricky.”

Tricky only in the sense that his hands would have to be all over her head and neck and, though his fingers itched for him to do so, he needed to perform some sort of self-restraint.

He’d already broken several rules.

“Well, I mean, I just want to be able to read books for now. I guess updating the datapad is fine. Do that instead then.”

Kyro nodded and she smiled at him once more.

“I’ll just be over here working on my clothes.”

With that, she moved over to a table in the corner of the room where she had spread the material she’d bought the day before.

He watched her move, noticing the sway of her hips as she stepped over to her task. Soon, she was frowning down at the cloth and muttering to herself as she circled the table.

Getting to work, Kyro took up the datapad that was sitting on the chair and accessed the interface.

“Ok, so maybe I cut this here and sew this to this. That would make a stylish skirt, right?”

His nonexistent brows shot up as he glanced over in her direction. Was she speaking to him? It didn’t seem like it. She wasn’t even looking in his direction.

Instead, her brows were wrinkled as she frowned at the material spread over the table.

“Who am I kidding? I’m not vying for a spot on Seamstresses of the Galaxy. Nobody will care if the cut is a bit off, will they?”

She circled the table, tilting her head left and right as if that would make her see the material better.

“Ok. The best way to do this is to just start.”

He watched her set her mouth into a thin line and could feel the amusement settle over his features. Why was she talking to herself?

“I can do this. Just cut...right? Easy peezy.”

As she cut the material, he watched her body gradually lean over the table till her entire upper section was stretched over the surface and...

A ball formed in his throat, which he had to put much effort into swallowing down.

Soft and curvy...

On the other end of the table, her ass was lifted in the air. In that position, it looked even more rounded and attention-grabbing. The position itself was making him think of other things...the position she was in was so suggestive—it was almost obscene.

Blinking, his eyes focused and he turned away.

What was he doing?

These thoughts.

Accessing the datapad, he began the update sequence, plugging in the language file he had brought with him.

He hadn’t allowed himself to slip before. After all this time, after all these years hiding, he had never allowed himself to even imagine having something else...something more.

Yet, now, since being around these humans, his resolve seemed to be slipping ever so slightly each day. To lose it all would be detrimental.

He’d played it safe all the time, never getting too close to anyone—Evren included.

When they’d rescued the humans only to have their ship attacked, they’d had to divert to the desert planet Muk, and he had ended up with her. Yet, he had kept his distance. He’d hardly spoken to her. Hardly stayed close to her.

He’d gotten them to the Muk outpost so they could be picked up as soon as possible.

And now what was he doing? He was undoing all his efforts at keeping his distance, that’s what.

“For fuck’s sake!”

Her sudden exclamation had him looking in her direction, and he noticed she was now lifting the piece of cloth that she’d cut.

“Sorry,” she offered when she realized he was looking at her. Then she turned her attention back to the piece of material, mumbling something about it not being cut straight.

As she went back