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Or if I even wanted to.
The thought of jumping on a shuttlecraft and leaving this place without him felt… alien and wrong now.
I got up and sipped some water from the dining table. I glanced at the painting and was pleased with my handiwork. It was probably the best painting I’d ever done.
When I first saw his reaction, I thought he didn’t like it, as if I had destroyed one of his few memories from when he was a child.
But it wasn’t that at all.
It reminded him of his happier moments in life… and he’d gotten upset.
How bad did your life have to be for you to get upset at thinking about happy moments in your past?
I was pleased he liked it. He said he would hang it on the wall opposite his bed so he would see it and think of me every time he went to sleep and when he woke up.
He was a fighter and a brawler but he came out with some of the most romantic things and he didn’t even realize he was saying them!
I turned, and my eye caught on the notepad where he’d been scribbling his little doodles.
I caught a pair of eyes and turned back to the pad.
Kren lay on his back, relaxed after yet another intense sex session. They only got better and better the more we did it.
I picked up the notepad and flicked through the pages. His scribblings were random things at first, strange abstract images that didn’t look like anything I recognized. And then he began to draw faces, or parts of a face, beginning with the eyes, a nose, fingers, and hands…
And then he put them together. As I flicked through the images, they morphed into me, each one becoming more and more accurate, each one capturing me a little better, until I came to the final picture.
It was a more beautiful version of me.
Was this how he saw me? Every time he looked at me, he saw this gorgeous woman on the page?
And when we kissed and made love… it wasn’t the lovemaking of a fighter claiming his Prize, which was harsh and aggressive, the way Dreth treated me. It was much more than basic fucking. It was making love.
And the reason for that was we were in love.
He was in love.
I was in love.
I dropped the notepad and the pages fluttered as they hit the tabletop.
Was I in love? Had I opened myself up to him and let him into my heart?
I was supposed to be a surrogate for his child. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love.
But that was what I’d done, wasn’t it?
I glanced at him, still asleep in the bed.
I calmed and relaxed.
Yes, I thought. I had fallen in love with him, and unless I missed my guess, I thought he was in love with me too. It was there in every gesture he made and every expression he shot my way.
We were in love.
This wasn’t meant to happen. I was never meant to enjoy being with him this much.
I would call the deal off, I decided. I would call it off and find some other way to return home.
