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What to say? I feel like an idiot for not knowing much about space? That I’m a country girl who stayed home to help out my family? I don’t want him to think I’m ignorant, even though I’m not that good with words (as he apparently is).
“It’s complicated,” I finally reply. Maybe when I get to know him a little better, I’ll tell him the whole story. “What about you?”
He hesitates. “I hope to find out when I make it back to Kintuke.”
“Kintuke. Is that the name of your planet?”
“It is. And you are from Earth, or were you born on the space station?”
“I’m from Earth. What’d you do on Kintuke?”
“I am what you would call…” he hesitates for a moment, “on Earth, I think it is called an Historian.”
That sounds important, and only makes me feel even more insignificant. I wish I could start over, do something with my life other than farm life. Not that I don’t enjoy it, I just want to make a difference.
Hmm, maybe I can. I’m still young enough and a quick learner…
“What about you? What did you do?” he asks.
“I helped out my family on their farm.”
“A farm? A place where you raise your own food?”
“Yep. Do you have farms on Kintuke?”
He shakes his head. “I have never seen one, although I suppose there might be agricultural areas outside of the main city.”
I find it a little surprising that an Historian wouldn’t know that. I mean, that’s their job. Right? Letting it go, I smile at him and tease, “Ah, you’re a city boy.”
Then I humiliate myself by stumbling over my own feet and fall, arms flailing as I try to catch my balance. Tekil snatches my wrist before I hit the dirt face first.
A tingle shoots from his hand and runs up my arm as I let him gently steady me. Tilting my head back, we’re so close...
“Thanks…” It comes out breathy as I stare at his plump grayish colored lips, wondering if they’re as soft as they look.
Something aggressive springs forth, takes over. Tiptoeing, I lean in and nip his lower lip, drawing a little blood.
He rears back, growling and making me wet. I like it when he growls like that.
“What are you doing?”
A haze of confusion muddles my thoughts.
What am I doing?
I step back and frown.
“Sorry.” I turn and hurry away, embarrassed by my behavior.
That’s not me. I don’t get aggressive toward anyone, let alone a strange man I just met…
“Myla!” he calls, but I keep marching away briskly. “Myla, wait up!”
Tekil trots up next to me, but I’m still too mortified to meet his eyes. I’m not a sex-crazed person; hell, I’ve only had sex one time before, and it wasn’t that good. Five minutes and it was over. I’ve had other offers, but I didn’t see the point. Five painful minutes or less, it definitely wasn’t satisfying, and I had no desire to do it again.
“Myla.” He grabs my upper arm.
I turn, still unable to meet his gaze. Not that it matters with the blindfold.
