Hours later, a message came in and Destin’s arms briefly tightened around Sula. He reluctantly released her to roll onto his side. Leaning up on his elbow, he pulled the communicator around and read the message. He murmured a response in a quiet voice.
“What is it?” Sula asked, sliding an arm around his waist.
“We’ve reached Earth,” he murmured, replacing the communicator back onto the side table.
A smile curved Destin’s lips as he laid his hand over hers and rolled onto his back. Her face was still a little puffy from crying. Lifting his hand, he traced the outline of her cheek.
She turned her head to brush her lips against the palm of his hand. A teasing smile crossed his face and he suddenly rolled on top of her. Her startled giggle sent the now familiar wave of warmth through him.
