“f**k,” said Eryx as the tin clattered against the counter, spilling coffee grounds everywhere. His hands shook. His lips still tingled. He pulled himself together and made coffee, going through the cupboards as it brewed.
He really couldn’t ignore it any longer. He’d definitely fallen for Leander, and in such a short time, he should be petrified. But what concerned him was losing Leander now that he’d found him, and he closed his eyes, leaning against the tiny, battered table in the ship’s mess. Was it really just yesterday he’d nearly shot Leander?
Eryx shook his head, poured a couple of spill-proof mugs he’d found in the washing rack, and took them to the engine room, where Leander was elbow-deep in the guts of the machinery.
“If that’s really coffee I smell, I’ll kiss you again,” sa
