‘Daniel, darling …’ The words chimed in his ears like a siren call as he pulled away, dopy with want. ‘We can’t do this here.’ She smiled, running a thumb across his cheek, as if wiping away an invisible teardrop. Her eyes were liquid again, warm with feeling.
‘Does that mean we can do it somewhere else?’ He wasn’t himself, but he was being honest.
‘I don’t know.’ Ore bit her lip, and Daniel had to restrain himself. ‘Do you think that’s a good idea?’
He didn’t know; right this moment he didn’t care either. He shrugged.
‘Well, have a think. I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret; I don’t think I’d be able to forgive myself.’ Her tone was light, joking even, but there was a tenderness there too. She straightened her shirt. ‘I think I should head back down … And stop distracting you.’ Another wink, and more whiplash. Daniel couldn’t keep up.
‘I’ll see you around?’ It was a strange thing to say but Daniel felt out of his depth, and he was still nursing the afterglow of something hard between his legs.
‘I’m certain of it, Captain.’ Ore gave him one of her goofy salutes and left.
