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out, she sobbed in relief. She’d wanted to knock him out. He’d said no.
The two hardened soldiers behind her just stood there waiting for orders she didn't have the presence of mind to give. She turned her head to speak over a shoulder. "He'll need to stay here a few hours to be monitored. He won't struggle anymore. The worst is over."
"He gonna come out of it?"
She looked up at Thompson's solemn, nearly black eyes. "Yeah, he will."
"We all have these nano things?"
Eisley told him no. "Some of you do and some of you did. Unfortunately, for those of you with nanites not active, it means the changes to your DNA are likely permanent."
Thompson opened his mouth to speak, then shook his head. "No, I don't wanna know just yet. After seeing that, I don't know what I'm hoping for."
She gave a weak nod and watched them leave. She ran a finger over Samuel's face and whispered, "I'm sorry."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Samuel rolled his head on his shoulder. Yep, he thought, that still works. Eisley slumped in the armchair head lolled on her hand and eyes closed. She looked exhausted. Her long hair was coming undone around her face, and he knew that was from her worrying at it as she pulled the tail tighter.
She had a soft, rounded face, and her baggy shirt concealed a body that was just as soft and generous in its curves. He groaned lowly. He usually went hard just remembering the feel of her ample breast in his mouth or the way she felt beneath him. This moment in time, though, he didn’t. He felt like he’d been flattened by artillery.
The funniest part of it all was that she wasn't his type. Samuel had always gone for the knowing blondes, jaded with years of experience. Even Kirsty had been a worldly wise politician in almost every way.
Eisley wasn't like that at all. She was springtime and home. He laughed at himself waxing poetical. Must be the pain in his bones. His teeth ached. He tested his body by moving some of it, and he groaned loudly. He hurt everywhere. He couldn't help the noise he made.
She woke and said for the second time, "You're awake."
Eisley stood and began to examine him. He answered her questions, noting the hard line of her lips, the rigid way she held herself. She reached for her extractor, and, as she reached for his arm to draw blood, he said, "Happy to see me?"
She lowered the extractor, releasing the needle trigger. "Of course, I am. I just want to run these tests as soon as possible."
Samuel said nothing else, but handed her his arm, letting his gaze walk over the line of her jaw, the red, puffy skin around her eyes. Eisley was retreating into her researcher mode, becoming the solver of puzzles to take her mind off how much she felt for him. He hurt too badly to smile, but, inside, he was smiling.
She drew his blood and hurried out to do her magic. He let his head fall back and closed his eyes.
Without knowing her for very long at all, he felt like he understood her far better than he should. Almost from that first day, there was something. A connection, a fascination, an obsession. He wasn't sure what the hell to call it, but he knew she was a dream he wanted for himself.
The day his whole world had gone up in flames and smoke, he'd given up those kinds of dreams. The dreams of a military career and, his father’s hopes he would one day choose a political career, were a million years in the past, and had nothing to do with this woman who loved with her whole heart and out thought every person he knew. She was so much more than those little dreams allowed for.
He heard her enter the room and gather up a monitor for his vitals. He heard her approached with his eyes closed, and he felt her soft hands start to open his shirt to place the simple electrodes that he didn't really need. He was sore but stable. He knew that.
He wrapped an arm around her, tugging her down onto his chest. He grimaced when it hurt. "Stop," he whispered.
The two hardened soldiers behind her just stood there waiting for orders she didn't have the presence of mind to give. She turned her head to speak over a shoulder. "He'll need to stay here a few hours to be monitored. He won't struggle anymore. The worst is over."
"He gonna come out of it?"
She looked up at Thompson's solemn, nearly black eyes. "Yeah, he will."
"We all have these nano things?"
Eisley told him no. "Some of you do and some of you did. Unfortunately, for those of you with nanites not active, it means the changes to your DNA are likely permanent."
Thompson opened his mouth to speak, then shook his head. "No, I don't wanna know just yet. After seeing that, I don't know what I'm hoping for."
She gave a weak nod and watched them leave. She ran a finger over Samuel's face and whispered, "I'm sorry."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Samuel rolled his head on his shoulder. Yep, he thought, that still works. Eisley slumped in the armchair head lolled on her hand and eyes closed. She looked exhausted. Her long hair was coming undone around her face, and he knew that was from her worrying at it as she pulled the tail tighter.
She had a soft, rounded face, and her baggy shirt concealed a body that was just as soft and generous in its curves. He groaned lowly. He usually went hard just remembering the feel of her ample breast in his mouth or the way she felt beneath him. This moment in time, though, he didn’t. He felt like he’d been flattened by artillery.
The funniest part of it all was that she wasn't his type. Samuel had always gone for the knowing blondes, jaded with years of experience. Even Kirsty had been a worldly wise politician in almost every way.
Eisley wasn't like that at all. She was springtime and home. He laughed at himself waxing poetical. Must be the pain in his bones. His teeth ached. He tested his body by moving some of it, and he groaned loudly. He hurt everywhere. He couldn't help the noise he made.
She woke and said for the second time, "You're awake."
Eisley stood and began to examine him. He answered her questions, noting the hard line of her lips, the rigid way she held herself. She reached for her extractor, and, as she reached for his arm to draw blood, he said, "Happy to see me?"
She lowered the extractor, releasing the needle trigger. "Of course, I am. I just want to run these tests as soon as possible."
Samuel said nothing else, but handed her his arm, letting his gaze walk over the line of her jaw, the red, puffy skin around her eyes. Eisley was retreating into her researcher mode, becoming the solver of puzzles to take her mind off how much she felt for him. He hurt too badly to smile, but, inside, he was smiling.
She drew his blood and hurried out to do her magic. He let his head fall back and closed his eyes.
Without knowing her for very long at all, he felt like he understood her far better than he should. Almost from that first day, there was something. A connection, a fascination, an obsession. He wasn't sure what the hell to call it, but he knew she was a dream he wanted for himself.
The day his whole world had gone up in flames and smoke, he'd given up those kinds of dreams. The dreams of a military career and, his father’s hopes he would one day choose a political career, were a million years in the past, and had nothing to do with this woman who loved with her whole heart and out thought every person he knew. She was so much more than those little dreams allowed for.
He heard her enter the room and gather up a monitor for his vitals. He heard her approached with his eyes closed, and he felt her soft hands start to open his shirt to place the simple electrodes that he didn't really need. He was sore but stable. He knew that.
He wrapped an arm around her, tugging her down onto his chest. He grimaced when it hurt. "Stop," he whispered.
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