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—”