what a vision it was. Now that he was closer and not moving so much, she could see the dusting of freckles on his nose and cheeks. The little dots served to soften the hard, angular lines of his cheekbones and jaw line. She used the cover of half-closed sleepy eyes to mentally trace that jawline to just below his ear, down the smooth lines of his neck, to the muscles flexing around his collar bone.
He smirked, probably at her prolonged ogling.
Slow to recover from the grogginess of being woken up too soon, her brain finally clicked all the gears into place and she realized something else about Grayson. He was floating, weightless in the cabin. And so was his long mess of curls.
"What happened to your grav drive?"
He shrugged. "It's been broken for a few weeks, not a top priority right now."
Grayson motioned to the short hallway leading back to the galley. Jenna let her eyes linger on his extended bicep before looking at what he meant her to see. Get a grip, Jenna. He's hot, so what? He's also aloof and kind of a jerk.
Evenly spaced along the interior metal walls of the ship, small handles she hadn't noticed on the quick walk-through tour were screwed into place.
"You can make your way around with those."
He pulled himself through the hallway to the galley and Jenna followed.
Jenna yawned. Even in weightlessness, her body felt weary. "I think I'm going to grab some sleep, if it's OK with you."
Grayson nodded and went to one of the cabinets in the galley, pulling the magnetic clasp open with a tiny snapping sound.
"My bunk has an attached sleeping bag. You'll have to zip it up so you don't bounce around the ship in your sleep."
So much for sleeping on top of the covers.
He pulled a small bundle of cloth out of the cabinet and stuffed it into the arm she wasn't holding on to the ship with. Jenna looked down at the bundle, curious. There was a towel, some kind of navy blue garment, a washcloth, and a packet of powdered soap.
"I thought you might like to clean up. You can't take a shower with the grav drive broken, but if you press the washcloth up to the faucet, you can rub down."
Jenna stared at him, speechless. That didn't happen to her too often. As a female engineer on a mining colony, she really needed to speak up to make sure her voice was heard. But the last thing she expected on this flight was unprompted hospitality.
Grayson cleared his throat and broke the awkward, gawking eye contact. "The coveralls will be a little big on you, but they're clean."
"Thank you." Jenna looked him straight in the eyes, making sure he knew how much she meant it. He floated a few feet above her and she looked up at him through her eyelashes, smiling.
"Yeah, well." Grayson let go of the cabinet to reach up with both hands and pull his unruly curls into a short ponytail. He pulled an elastic band off his right wrist with his teeth and secured his hair. "Can't have you stinking up the ship for the next few days."
Oh. Right. "Of course not." Jenna grabbed one of the handles and pulled hard, jettisoning off toward the bedroom quarters without another word.
Chapter 4
A washcloth, lukewarm water, and powdered soap wasn't exactly as luxurious or as relaxing as a hot shower, but it felt great to get the grime and grease off. Jenna scrubbed until every inch of her skin was light pink. Now that she was clean, she could smell a slight funk wafting from her work clothes so she took her best go at washing them in the small bathroom and clipped them to the towel rack with some old-fashioned wooden clothespins like her grandma used to use.
Raising the coveralls reluctantly to her face, she sniffed and found them baby-powder fresh. She couldn't help but smile. It was like Grayson was trying to keep her on her toes.
The guy was an enigma wrapped in an incredibly hot package, topped with adorable chestnut curls.
An enigma who was totally not into her.
Jenna shook her head as she pulled on the coveralls.
Why did she let
He smirked, probably at her prolonged ogling.
Slow to recover from the grogginess of being woken up too soon, her brain finally clicked all the gears into place and she realized something else about Grayson. He was floating, weightless in the cabin. And so was his long mess of curls.
"What happened to your grav drive?"
He shrugged. "It's been broken for a few weeks, not a top priority right now."
Grayson motioned to the short hallway leading back to the galley. Jenna let her eyes linger on his extended bicep before looking at what he meant her to see. Get a grip, Jenna. He's hot, so what? He's also aloof and kind of a jerk.
Evenly spaced along the interior metal walls of the ship, small handles she hadn't noticed on the quick walk-through tour were screwed into place.
"You can make your way around with those."
He pulled himself through the hallway to the galley and Jenna followed.
Jenna yawned. Even in weightlessness, her body felt weary. "I think I'm going to grab some sleep, if it's OK with you."
Grayson nodded and went to one of the cabinets in the galley, pulling the magnetic clasp open with a tiny snapping sound.
"My bunk has an attached sleeping bag. You'll have to zip it up so you don't bounce around the ship in your sleep."
So much for sleeping on top of the covers.
He pulled a small bundle of cloth out of the cabinet and stuffed it into the arm she wasn't holding on to the ship with. Jenna looked down at the bundle, curious. There was a towel, some kind of navy blue garment, a washcloth, and a packet of powdered soap.
"I thought you might like to clean up. You can't take a shower with the grav drive broken, but if you press the washcloth up to the faucet, you can rub down."
Jenna stared at him, speechless. That didn't happen to her too often. As a female engineer on a mining colony, she really needed to speak up to make sure her voice was heard. But the last thing she expected on this flight was unprompted hospitality.
Grayson cleared his throat and broke the awkward, gawking eye contact. "The coveralls will be a little big on you, but they're clean."
"Thank you." Jenna looked him straight in the eyes, making sure he knew how much she meant it. He floated a few feet above her and she looked up at him through her eyelashes, smiling.
"Yeah, well." Grayson let go of the cabinet to reach up with both hands and pull his unruly curls into a short ponytail. He pulled an elastic band off his right wrist with his teeth and secured his hair. "Can't have you stinking up the ship for the next few days."
Oh. Right. "Of course not." Jenna grabbed one of the handles and pulled hard, jettisoning off toward the bedroom quarters without another word.
Chapter 4
A washcloth, lukewarm water, and powdered soap wasn't exactly as luxurious or as relaxing as a hot shower, but it felt great to get the grime and grease off. Jenna scrubbed until every inch of her skin was light pink. Now that she was clean, she could smell a slight funk wafting from her work clothes so she took her best go at washing them in the small bathroom and clipped them to the towel rack with some old-fashioned wooden clothespins like her grandma used to use.
Raising the coveralls reluctantly to her face, she sniffed and found them baby-powder fresh. She couldn't help but smile. It was like Grayson was trying to keep her on her toes.
The guy was an enigma wrapped in an incredibly hot package, topped with adorable chestnut curls.
An enigma who was totally not into her.
Jenna shook her head as she pulled on the coveralls.
Why did she let
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