me? I don’t know. I heard the alarm. Pyotr… Peter had warned me there was going to be a practice so I wasn’t too concerned… I suppose I should have been shouldn’t I?”
Mathew tried to nod but bumped his mask against hers; she giggled. “I went to our room to get something to read. That’s all I remem… No the back of my head there was a pain. I must fallen and hit…” She began to shiver. “ I’m cold Matvey… Mathew.”
He felt a wave of pleasure that she knew his name and he tried to hold her tighter; but he was scared he would crush her.
“Matw… can you …ear me?”
Matt wished he couldn’t, he just wanted to stay holding the woman. “Loud and almost clear?”
“It... pasg…. particl falling …ckly, I’m send… assistance.”
“That’s all right commander, we’re okay to make our own way to medi bay.” Matt stared into her eyes, he made no attempt to release here and neither did she try to make him, until he realized he was shaking.
“Then Matvey; we should go?”
“Go… Yes.” Almost reluctantly he released his grip; pulled back the cover and moved to the side. Now he had no excuse to hold her so he clambered out and helped her from the pool. Her dress clung to her body as if she wasn’t wearing anything. Mathew suddenly realized it wasn’t just the cold that was making him shiver.
More Stories and Novels by John Stevenson can be found by visiting these websites.
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