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stem was a soft lavender and the leaves were the same gold as the petals.
    No one had ever given her a flower before. She was suddenly, devastatingly unsure. Her fingers trembled as she reached out, and it was only the scent of the pancake that brought her to her senses. She quickly flipped the pancake with her thoughts and she took the flower in both hands, careful not to crush any part of it as she inhaled its heady scent.
    He chuckled. “They told me you had a deft touch with the ability to move objects, but I wasn’t sure until just now.”
    She kept working on breakfast as she admired her prize.
    Drovin laughed. “The way you are looking at that flower, you would think you had never been given one before.”
    She flicked him a quiet glance, and he paled, stammering apologies.
    Wren smiled. “It is fine. You are making up for it now. What do I do with the flower now?” At home, she would have put it in a vase, but she didn’t have a vase.
    He chuckled. “Put it behind your ear. It will continue to flourish with your body heat. Here, let me.”
    He reached out and tucked the flower behind her ear; the scent filled the air the moment it nuzzled against her skin. Drovin nuzzled her cheek with his as he inhaled the scent that flourished against her skin.
    She turned her head and kissed him; the food continued to cook and flip as she threaded her hand under his braid and held his mouth to hers. When she tasted him, her senses went wild and she shivered against him, her arms the only ones that held them together. Her teeth grazed his lips but didn’t bite. The sensation of the fangs descending caught her by surprise and increased her ardor.
    She felt his arousal but also the restraint in his emotions. He was holding himself back and she reluctantly released him.
    “Sorry. Thank you for the flower.” Her words lisped lightly as she spoke around her fangs.
    “Wren, I am not holding back because I don’t want to pursue this, I am holding back because the rest of the base is about to wake and I don’t think you want to find yourself on the counter with me out of control. I am holding on to what little I do possess, but it is not an easy thing.”
    There was sweat on his brow, and she could feel the arousal humming through him. He was right, she could feel the others waking around the base. Beryl and Toyo were leisurely having morning sex that was gaining in intensity and that could have spurred her own reaction. It had happened before.
    She stepped back and let her hands do what her mind had taken over. When the others arrived, breakfast was ready and her body was calm once again, teeth normal.
    Drovin set the table, and when they started to trickle in, all was ready.
    Breakfast was amusing. Everyone had different favourites, and she watched them pick them out and transfer them to their plates. She snickered inwardly but made mental notes to keep track of who liked what.
    The morning grain drink disappeared, as did the caf and tea. This was a thirsty bunch. After breakfast, she took an inventory and went over a supply list with Rand.
    Loesh headed to the city to do Wren’s official transfer as well as some personal shopping.
    Beryl and Toyo went to spar in the gym, but it was more for fitness than a need to blow off steam.
    Drovin was in the living room doing some weird yoga that Wren found fun to watch, and when she finished her itemizing and tour of the facility, she returned to watch him do handstands that turned into leg-free push-ups.
    She took a comfy seat with her feet up, and she watched him while he worked out. “It is impressive, but is it for me or because Toyo and Beryl are getting busy in the gym.”
    “Both.” He gracefully stepped upright. He did lunges with slow deliberation and then smiled. “Would you care to go for a run with me around the island?”
    “I only run when chased. I can move all right, but running is out of my scope of motion.” She sighed regretfully. “You head off and get all
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