Essek didn’t notice the almost-touch, a silent moment that slid by in the night. Instead, he gathered up the first aid kit and followed him to the bedroom, floating along quietly.

Was kissing him a mistake? Yes. Yes, it probably was, it could change anything, everything, nothing, and he couldn’t tell. He needed to research more, learn about timelines, about all of it before he makes another decision, before he could decide to tell Caleb everything or nothing.

“Suitemate?” Caleb hadn’t spoken of her much to him, and his eyebrow curiously arched. He closed the door behind them when they made it to his bedroom, leaving them in privacy. “What is she like?”