Andromeda: The Last Descendants

Ch.12

I'm pacing my floor as my cheeks flame red in embarrassment. I can't believe he just stripped while I was in the room. The image of his muscular, tanned skin is burned into my eyes. Every crease and curve on his body is permanently engraved into my memory. The black ink of his tattoos littering his form has my core tightening. I've never seen someone look so perfect in heavy amounts of tattoos as if he was made to wear them. His arms and chest held intricate patterns that flowed along his skin dipping into the ridges of his muscle. The patterns bleed into the other, trailing down his body like water. But what caught my eye the most was his massive dick. I've seen many sizes of male genitalia in my profession, however, his is the largest I've ever seen.

I let out a groan, my hands rake down my face as I think about everything. I sit against the nook built against one of the two windows resting my back against the round frame.

He probably thinks I'm pathetic because I ran into the wall while covering my eyes like a virgin teenager. I mean I am a virgin but still, I made a complete fool of myself. It's not like I'm a virgin by choice, and I've eased my desires with a few toys that lay in my drawer in the wardrobe. It's just that I haven't been able to do anything with a male due to my overbearing father and how much work I do daily. If I'm not working on a cure then I'm patching up crew members. And if I'm not doing either of those then I'm helping my father run the ship. And during my minimal breaks, I'm assisting Nick with new tech designs. Plus it doesn't help that most of the males on this ship are way older than me and the younger ones have been warned by my father to stay away from me. Even if they have been warned it's not like I have any attraction towards them. But even if I did I'm never free to have fun, well that was until now. Being on this planet I've had nothing but time on my hands and it's been awful. I haven't had anything to do except for staying in my room the majority of the time. My only company has been my books and occasionally Nicky. I've never not been doing something that keeps my hands and mind busy. Maybe now my time can be used to figure out what truly is going on here. And to uncover the secrets that I know my father has been keeping from me. I guess I can now add detective to my job description.

I stifle a laugh as I hear the door open from the bathroom. I knew he'd be able to figure it out. I glance up to see steam billowing out of the darkened room and him emerging in his full naked glory, again. Water trails down from his soaking wet hair and down his torso. My breath hitches as I watch each droplet glide over his pecks and down the grooves of his abs. I snap out of it as I see the water trail he made along my floor. Why is he naked and soaked?

"Why didn't you dry off with the towel? And why don't you have clothes on?" I mean I ain't complaining one-bit buuuuuuut.

He tilts his head to the side as his brows crease in curiosity, "What's a towel?" My eyes widen in surprise before I let out a groan. Of course, he doesn't know what a towel is. I shouldn't have expected him to know. Maybe they don't have that word in his language. I stand, grabbing his hand as I lead him back into the bathroom.

I ignore his nakedness to the best of my ability as I open the cabinet that holds the towels. I pull one out unfolding it to show to him."This is a towel. You use it to dry your body and hair. I like to use two. One specifically for my hair and the other for my body."

"The holder of blanket." He looks up at the cabinet that's full of towels.

"No, this cabinet is full of towels that you dry the water off with after a shower. Blankets are what you cover up with to sleep. Like on the bed in my room." He nods as if understanding now. I hand him the towel, "Dry off." He looks down at it curiously before looking back up at me. I grab another towel and act as if I'm drying myself off. "Wipe water off body." He watches before mimicking my movements. "Yes exactly. Dry off." He dries his body fairly well but his hair is still wet. I act as if I'm drying my hair but it barely registers with him since my hair is longer than his. The water is now dripping from his hair and back onto his skin. The droplets make me feel things that I shouldn't as I watch them drip back down his toned body. I take in a deep inhale, "Let me do it for you."