sorry things got carried away.”
“I’m not. I thought...well, I’m not ready for this, Hemi. I have a class to teach and you’re going to be one of my students and...”
“You don’t need one of your pupils all hot for teacher. I get it.”
She put her hands on his chest and then slid them around his waist, hugging him close and resting her head right over his heart. He struggled to keep his heartbeat from going wild. He didn’t want to reveal that holding her made him hot.
“I’m sorry.”
She pulled away from him and picked up her shoes, walking up the dock and toward the instructors’ cabins. He followed her. His father had drilled it into him that a gentleman always saw a lady home.
He kept his distance, though, because he knew she wanted to be alone.
He’d let her go. He was here for a reason. His sole determination and focus should be on getting onto the crew of the first Cronus mission.
But as she climbed the two steps to the porch of her cabin and unlocked the door, she glanced back over her shoulder at him. He stood there. Waiting.
There wasn’t anything for either of them to say.
He didn’t understand, couldn’t explain it, but swimming tonight had been the closest thing he’d felt to getting into a rocket and being shot into space.
A woman had made him feel that.
A woman who wanted to keep her distance from him.
“Good night.”
“Good night, Hemi.”
She went inside and he waited until he saw a light before turning back toward his own quarters. He glanced up at the moon, seeing how it followed him all the way back to his room. He wanted to blame his lack of sleep on the brightness of the moon, but he knew it was Jessie who kept him awake.
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