Below Zero (The STEMinist Novellas, #3)

by Ali Hazelwood

it’s a pretty good voice. A+. Worth listening to in a death’s door situation.

People obsessed with space are split into two distinct camps. The ones who want to go to space and crave the zero gravity, the space suits, drinking their own recycled urine. And there’re people like me: what we want—oftentimes what we’ve wanted since our frontal lobes were still undeveloped enough to have us thinking that toe shoes are a good fashion statement—is to know about space.

I watch him scratch his—big—neck, then cross his—wide—biceps on his—broad—chest.

I always dread this portion of the book lol It's a shit game of 'how obsessed will the fmc be with the size of this man?'

My hair, eyes, sometimes even my soul, are black-hole dark.

“As I said, it’s not a problem.”

Dude you're being creepy

I want to grab his wrist, hold it in front of my eyes, study it at my leisure. Trace, smell, touch.

Oh my god you absolute horndog control yourself

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

So, I graduate, and I decide that I want to work at NASA and not for some weirdo billionaire who treats space exploration like it’s his own homemade penis-enlargement remedy.”

Lol

“Is this some kind of joke?”

Oh, Ian... poor baby

His hands are traveling under my shirt, up my spine, cautiously tracing the edges of my bra. He smells magnificent, clean and serious and warm.

Okay, you hormonal fucks, you're at an office

My parents reacted to the news that I was hired by NASA in their usual way: showing disappointment that I did not go into medicine like my siblings.

Oh my god you make a lot more sense now