Zoe Pierce was dressed in an ordinary t-shirt and shorts, so loose they hid her curves.
The dark, pure cotton fabric revealed nothing.
But the skin she did show was dazzlingly pale.
As she sat in the chair, the hem of her shorts rode up, exposing even more of her legs.
Chase Shaw, who was sitting beside her, paused. He took a small blanket from his Space Button and draped it over her legs.
In an instant, the expanse of pale skin was hidden from view.
"Chase... I'm not cold..." It was July, and even on the Capital Star where it felt like spring year-round, it was warmer than usual.
Chase Shaw turned his head, his voice deep. "Keep it on."
Zoe Pierce hesitated but didn't remove the small blanket.
Miles Sherman poured Zoe Pierce a glass of water, placing the small cup in front of her.
"Why are you still up so late?" Miles Sherman glanced at the time and spoke softly. "We wanted to surprise you, but I guess you found out early."
