An hour later, the sound of her growling stomach drew a chuckle from Edge. Lina lay stretched out on top of him, and he held her soft body tightly against his chest. He slid his hands up and down her bare back while he rubbed his chin against her hair. He knew she was awake from the way her fingers were drawing a pattern against his skin. They had been content to lie silently in each other’s arms.
“When we arrive on Rathon…,” he began.
He stopped when she lifted her hand and gently laid her fingers against his lips. She lifted her head and gazed at him with dark, troubled eyes before they cleared. In the depths, he could still see lingering remnants of sadness.
“Let’s not talk about the future. I need to get cleaned up,” she quietly replied, sliding off of him.
“Lina…,” Edge said, sitt
