Sensing her response, Zaeryn deepened the kiss. His hands slid down to rest on her thighs, fingers brushing lightly against the fabric of her uniform.
Arya's eyes fluttered shut, her breath catching in her throat, as she lost herself in the sensation. Her usual guarded demeanor dissolved, replaced by a soft, almost vulnerable surrender.
'So this is what it feels like,' she thought, the world narrowing to just his touch. 'Is this what all men are like... or is it just him?'
The hum of the cruiser, Mireille's presence in the cockpit, the weight of their earlier conversation—all of it faded as she leaned into him, her body warm and yielding under his touch.
From the cockpit, Mireille glanced back, only to realize that they were kissing. Her expression remained as neutral and unreadable as ever, but her eyes widened almost in a way that was slight and gradual. She had not expected this.
