A hint of a smile touched Miles Sherman's eyes. "Now that there are no rules, who do you think is going to behave?"
He sounded helpless as he said it.
The temporary mark was the rule they had set for themselves—a three-month rotation that everyone abided by.
Even with the temporary mark, there were still stray cats ready to pounce on the sly.
Now that there was no temporary mark, who could Zoe Pierce possibly refuse?
Zoe Pierce was only just beginning to realize what kind of hardship she was in for.
Her face flushed slightly. Not knowing what to say, she finally managed, "Aren't we supposed to be avoiding suspicion?"
Her mind even flashed back to that frenzied kiss on the Starship.
'It was a bit much.'
Miles Sherman now kissed her cheek tenderly. "Mhm. As long as we don't tear off the suppression patch and they use their inhibitors, who's going to know?"
A quiet, private space wasn't that hard to find.
Besides, how long does a single kiss take?
