Page 34 of Alien Assassin's Heir

When we move together,it’s not just sex.

It’s something older.

Something deeper.

I cryout into his shoulder. He groans into my ear.

We don’t speak.

We don’t have to.

After,we lie tangled in the sheets, my head on his chest, his arm around my waist. The room’s warm, but I don’t pull away. His skin’s hot, textured like river stone, but I find comfort in it. In him.

“I missed this,”he murmurs.

“Don’t make it more than it is,” I say, eyes closed.

“What is it, then?”

I don’t answer.

Because I don’t know.

Eventually,he drifts off. I feel his breathing slow, hear that deep, faint rumble he makes when he’s at peace. I stay awake, watching the moonlight crawl across the floor. My fingers trace the faint scars on his chest—old wounds from a war that never really ends.

I don’t knowwhat tomorrow brings.

But tonight…

Tonight, I let myself have this.