Harris's breath hitched, the screwdriver slipping from his numb fingers and clattering onto the metal floor of the fuselage.
The scent of crushed lilies was overwhelming, far more intoxicating than the fuel and salt he'd been breathing for days.
He braced himself, closing his eyes in anticipation of the Omega's lips finally claiming his, but the heat suddenly vanished, and the kiss never came.
Kaelo pulled back, a playful, sharp glint in his eyes as he stood up. With a sudden, quick movement, he shook out one of the heavy, hand-woven blankets and tossed it directly over Harris's head, muffling the pilot's startled gasp.
"Eat the stew before the night-chill takes the steam," Kaelo commanded, his voice light and teasing. "I have things to do in the village. A bride's work is never done, even if he hasn't found his groom yet."
