Mark was holed up in his room. He was still reeling from Princess admission in the obs. room, trying to make sense of his own feelings.
She loved him, didn't she? So why on earth was she talking about coming on to Cronus?
He flopped back onto his bed and groaned. He wanted her. Loved her. Always had done, but she knew! She knew that he couldn't do anything while he was her Commanding Officer. Cronus and Anderson had both drummed that into him.
But he knew that didn't change his heart. He was starting to be unclear how him denying his love for the girl would make the team more effective. As it was, he and Princess spent most of their time miserably apart, when they could be together.
His own way; his own time. He wanted so badly to kiss her. Wanted so badly to be able to show the world she was his.
Her admission that she'd never really been kissed had jolted him to his groin - he had thought that she'd had at least one boyfriend.
Not that he'd ever had a steady girlfriend, but he wasn't a virgin.
She was. Him. She'd been waiting for him.
He sat up. His own way. His own time. He'd make sure that her first kiss was from him.
He'd make sure that all thoughts of Cronus were wiped from her mind.
She was his, and he was hers.