Page 32 of My Tiny Giant

“It’s true. It would’ve been much harder for me without you out there. I’m grateful for you being with me today.”

She saluted him, her expression turning more serious.

“It’s been an honor to fight side by side with you too, Lieutenant.”

Unable to tear his gaze away from her face, he searched for something to say, to do—anything to keep her here longer.

What could he do, though? Ask her to request a leave on Neron then go see her there? And then what? What could he offer to a woman in his current state? Another chance to carry him around in her bra while he desperately tried to stop his cock from tearing through his pants from his arousal?

He slid an appreciative gaze down her body. As small and delicate as she looked, he knew for a fact she packed some real strength and agility in those small, hard muscles. He’d seen her in action. Her skills were commendable, he had to admit.

A sense of pride warmed his heart, as if he had any right to be proud of her.

“If you need anything, I...we , well, my unit is up there.” Emma gestured to the sky where the human spaceship, currently invisible to the eye, was orbiting the planet. “Rick, I mean Captain Miller, can contact Earth any day for you.”

He didn’t mind her concern. It oddly warmed his heart to know she cared.

“Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

She bit her lip.

“Agan, I mean it. If you ever need anything at all, just find me, okay?”

What was he supposed to do about this woman? Clearly, she was dead-set on making him tear up.

He blinked, glancing away for a moment.

“I’ll be fine, Eleven.” He rolled his shoulders back, straightening on her knee. “And thanks again. For everything, you know.”

“Okay,” she heaved a sigh. “It’s goodbye then. I’m grateful for having you for a partner during today’s mission.” She offered him her hand.

He circled the tip of her pointer finger with his entire hand and squeezed tightly.

“Time to go, Pixie.” The meddlesome captain poked his head around the corner. “The transport is waiting and ready for take-off.”

Her finger slipped from Agan’s grip. She took him off her knee and got up.

There was nothing he could do to stop her from leaving.

How was he supposed to hold on to the woman, if he couldn’t even hold her hand?