Below Zero (The STEMinist Novellas, #3)

by Ali Hazelwood

Wow. A male engineer who’s not an asshole. The bar is pretty low, but I’m nevertheless impressed.

“Just relax and think of Mars, okay? I’ll be there soon.”

He’s still staring at me. Like he’s found his long-missing house keys and is afraid he’ll lose them again if he looks away.

“Because,” Mara says against my shoulder. They are both full-on crying—so weak, so tenderhearted. God, I love them.

I want to fuck you. Obviously. Always have. I just don’t want to fuck you once. I want to do it a lot. For a long time. I want you to come to me for sex, but also want you to come to me when you need help with your taxes and moving your furniture. I want fucking to be only one of the million things I do for you, and I want to be—”

“How do you feel about Froot Loops?” “The cereal?” “Yeah. Breakfast for dinner. If I still have milk. Let me check—” He does not. Let me check, that is. Instead he envelops my face with his hands and leans over to me.