![]() ![]() He didn’t look as though he believed her. “Do you wish to know how much of my body is artificial and how much of me is real flesh?” “You are watching me.” He glanced at her. Cyborgs liked meat judging from the abundance of it and the few vegetables on her plate. ![]() He’d returned with two covered plates of food. ![]() He’d also left her a large, soft shirt to wear. He’d left her in his room for a few hours after showing her the foam cleaning unit so she could bathe. Mira finished her meal and studied the silent Flint. What she didn’t say was that inside she was a mess of emotional confusion. “You didn’t hurt me,” she told him softly. His grin faded as he reached up, brushing his fingers along her cheek while he studied her eyes. She bit her lip and couldn’t help but grin at how damn cute he looked when he was in a teasing mood. ![]()
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