-Enslaved-by-an-Officer[ Sold 8] by McLeod-Anitra-Lynn Page B

but their neighbors weren’t so lucky.
“Was there another man taken from the same incident?”
That thought had never crossed Honor’s mind. “What makes you think that?”
“I remember jogging and I looked at my wrist to see what my heart rate was—it’s an athletic thing—and when I looked up there was this guy jogging toward me. He was cute, and I smiled at him and he smiled back.”
“What about Mac?” Honor was confused because he thought once humans paired off they were extremely, almost pathologically, dedicated.
“What about him?” Carver leaned forward, his brow wrinkling up with confusion. “Oh. You think since Mac and I threw down that I wasn’t going to ever look at another guy? That’s not how that works. I mean if we were serious, yeah, but we weren’t. And I just smiled at this guy. I didn’t run over and suck his dick or anything.”
Honor couldn’t help himself, he laughed. Unexpected mirth was something he’d gotten used to feeling around humans. They used humor as a defense mechanism but also they used extremes to make their points.
“So you do laugh. I was starting to think Krase warriors were always serious.”
“We can be.” Honor despaired that he had nothing to say to Carver other than to convey information. “I am sorry that you can’t go back.”
“Me, too.” Carver took a deep breath. “But that doesn’t mean my life is over.”
“Not at all.” Honor felt another new and strange feeling. Admiration. He’d witnessed other humans react to the news in a variety of ways. Generally, they were complacent with the information once they found out the people they left behind thought they were dead. But they also had someone here and now that they loved. As far as he could tell, Carver wasn’t in love with anyone here. Yet. That thought gave Honor hope. “There is much to do here.”
“Yeah?” Carver looked around at his room.
“I did not mean right in this room.”
Carver looked pointedly at the bed and then his speculative gaze landed on Honor. “I can think of one thing.”
Chapter 6
“I must go.” Honor stood and practically ran to the door.
    “Wait.” Carver moved quickly after him. Damn that he had listened to Acerith. This guy wasn’t interested in him in the least.
“Please use the facilities, and then I will take you back to the others.”
Carver was horrified. No wonder Honor wasn’t interested. He was probably repulsed by Carver’s stench. “Just take me back to the shuttle bay with the others.”
“As you wish.” Honor moved so fast he was practically running.
Carver matched his speed but stayed a step behind. The last thing he wanted to do was have to see Honor’s face. He might have had a chance with him if he’d taken the hint and gotten cleaned up first. As soon as he got back to the refugee camp in the shuttle bay, he sought out Acerith.
“Well, you were wrong. Totally wrong.” Carver knew he was focusing on this so as not to feel overwhelmed about everything he’d lost. Pretending it didn’t matter when he was devastated beyond words was the norm for him. No one had ever been privy to his private pain, and he saw no reason to change that aspect of his personality now.
Acerith met his gaze without anger.
“He’s not into me.”
Acerith looked beyond Carver’s shoulder, forcing him to turn around. When he did, he saw Honor over at the doorway. As soon as their gazes met, Honor exited the area. Carver frowned as he watched him go. What in the world was going on with him? Their gazes had collided on the planet and in the shuttle. There was heat there. When he’d asked Acerith, he’d verified that Carver wasn’t making it up in his head.
“Oh, he is most definitely interested.”
“I asked him to fuck, and he couldn’t say no fast enough.” Carver was humiliated. “I’m never listening to you again.”
“Trust me. Honor is interested in you. But I do not think he wants to fuck. Well, perhaps that, too. But he wants