Page 70 of Tamed By Her Touch

He’s seen boobs before, she told herself. Probably lots of boobs. Probably nicer than mine. It’s no big deal.

Her body, annoyingly, did not seem convinced. She could feel her cheeks getting hot as he looked her up and down and her breathing was faster now for some reason.

Kaelus cleared his throat and finally looked away.

“You sleep on the bed, I’ll take the floor,” he growled.

Clair frowned.

“What? Why would you say that?” she demanded. “We’re supposed to be married—we need to sleep in the same bed.”

“No,” he said, scowling. “We don’t.”

Before Clair could argue further, the big Hybrid reached for two pillows and began pulling one of the thick gold blankets from the bed. Clearly, he was intent on making a makeshift bed for himself on the floor.

“Oh, come on!” she exclaimed, putting a hand on her hip. “We spent half the afternoon trying to convince those people we’re madly in love. What if someone finds out you slept on the floor?”

He shot her a glare.

“No one will find out.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I will lock the door,” he growled.

Clair stared at him.

“You know, for a supposedly brilliant scientist, you’re being surprisingly dense.”

Kaelus glared at her.

“I am being practical.”

“You’re being ridiculous! You’re acting like I have cooties.”

“I do not know what cooties are—I am simply attempting to make certain you are comfortable.”

“I would be more comfortable if we didn’t get kicked off the planet before we can even start our research!” Clair exclaimed.

Kaelus ignored her. He dropped the pillows onto the strange living carpet, which immediately curled soft green tendrils around them as though attempting to incorporate them into the floor.

Clair pointed at it.

“Look! Even the carpet thinks this is a bad idea.”

He frowned.

“Don’t be ridiculous. The carpet has no cognitive function.”

“You don’t know that. Everything on this planet seems alive.”

Kaelus gave her another dark look and spread the blanket on the floor. But just as he was getting comfortable in his “bed” there was a knock at the door.

Both of them froze and Clair’s heart started pounding. Crap—what were they going to do now?

Before she could answer the knock, the door slid open and Maera stepped inside. She was wearing a long, flowing silver robe and her midnight-blue hair hung loose around her shoulders. Her metallic eyes immediately went to Kaelus…then to the pillows…then to the blanket on the floor.

She looked confused.