Only after he'd kissed her did Miles Sherman realize how abrupt he'd been.
He had just seen her focused expression and couldn't help himself. Besides, her neck was right there, just a downward tilt of his head away.
Hearing the tremor in Zoe Pierce's voice, he rested his head on her shoulder. "Sorry."
Zoe Pierce didn't mean to blame Miles Sherman. It was just a kiss, after all.
But she couldn't forget what they had done in the Mech Bay earlier. That was why a single kiss from him was enough to leave her shaken.
"So you kissed me," she said, clearing her throat. Her gaze remained fixed outside as she piloted the mecha.
Miles Sherman lifted his head, his gaze sweeping over her neck.
A sliver of a transparent suppression patch peeked out from her collar. The moment his fingers brushed its edge, Zoe Pierce reacted like a bristling cat, her hair standing on end.
"Miles, don't touch that..."
