Page 344 of Commander’s Mate
He also did not turn it into pressure.
I hated how much I noticed.
“What if I choose dinner?”
“I would be pleased.”
“What if I choose kissing?”
His eyes darkened.
“I would be extremely pleased.”
“What if I choose neither tomorrow?”
“I will be disappointed.”
“And?”
“And nothing.”
Damn him.
I took one step closer.
He did not.
“You’re making this difficult.”
“I thought I was making it simple.”
“That’s the difficult part.”
His mouth curved.
I looked at it.
Bad decision.
Possible future.
Not the same thing.
I touched two fingers to his chest, copying the Farseek gesture I had seen enough times to understand.
Free equal.
Pyrr went very still.
“Dinner,” I said.
“In the mess hall?”
“Yes.”
“No mating.”
“I had not suggested—”
