Macy stared up at Titus. She just had woken with worry coursing through her. What had happened to him last night?
Obviously, Titus had come to her seeking comfort, and she’d been more than happy to give it. She cared about the male and wished she could take away all his pain, including that left behind by Simon’s death. She’d thoroughly checked his body, and she hadn’t seen anything serious, just a couple bumps and bruises. Yet, something had brought him to her, and the blood on him indicated it hadn’t been anything good.
“Titus,” she whispered.
His eyes fluttered open. “Hey.”
She almost felt bad for waking him, but not quite. She needed to know what had happened. “Hi.”
He hugged her and rolled over so they were face to face. “Thank you for last night. I just needed … I just needed to be with someone.”
She fully understood. There had been some nights where she’d have given up her healing abilities just to have someone to hold. “There’s no need to thank me. You would have done the same for me.”
“Yes, I would have.”
“Can you tell me what happened while you were out on patrol?”
Sighing, he began his tale.
“There was so much blood,” he muttered when he described the scene with Mary. “She seemed so nice, and she reminded me a bit of you.”
She shook her head. “That’s horrible. It scares me that you were so close to a Colonist.”
He chuckled. “It scares me, too. But last night, my anger seemed to be off the charts. I just wanted to kill him over and over, but it all seems like such a waste of time and energy. He’s got these followers who do what he says, and he just goes on hurting and killing people, regardless of what we do.”
She laid her hand on his cheek. “It’s not a waste of time, Titus. You’re a Warrior. It’s your duty to stop him—you must stop him. As a Healer, it makes me sick to my stomach to hear about what happened last night, but I’m sure if you asked the Saviors, they would tell you that every Colonist has been difficult to catch and kill.”
“I’m sure you’re right. Jovan seemed to lose his mind a little bit last night, but I hope he’s better today.”
“I hope so, as well.”
He kissed the tip of her nose and ran his hand up and down her arm. Her core warmed at the lust in his eyes, and he pressed his erection into her thigh. Rolling on top of him, she kissed him fully, excitement coursing through her.
Then, his phone rang.
“Ignore it,” she pleaded.
He nodded as his fingertips slowly caressed each bump in her spine.
The phone stopped, but then immediately started back up again.
“If I don’t answer it, they’ll come looking for me.”
Sighing, she rolled off him. “You’re right. The last thing we need is for them to catch us together.”
He chuckled as he stood up, his long, thick sex bobbing at his hips. “Yeah, the gossip would drive us nuts.”
She admired his physique as he retrieved the phone from his pants. He glanced at the screen, then hit a button and brought it up to his ear.
“What’s up, Blake?”
Goodness, how she loved the hard ridges of his stomach.
“No, I’m around. I’ll be there in ten.”
He hung up and came over to the bed. “I have to go to a meeting in ten minutes.”
“That’s too bad.”
“I agree.”
He leaned in and kissed her, making her heart flutter and moisture gather between her legs. She loved having sex with him—she should make it a point to do it more often.
“Will I see you later?” he asked.
She nodded, and he put on his clothing from last night.
“Let’s hope I can get upstairs to my quarters without running into anyone and having to explain why I’m in last night’s clothes.”
She grinned. “I hope so, too.”
He left and she stared at the ceiling. Yes, she cared about Titus, but she also knew that they could never move on into a real relationship. The ghost of Simon would always stand in the way and always be the barrier between them. Being with him slaked her loneliness, and he found comfort in her. Would it be enough for her?
“It has to be,” she whispered.