22 – Taste
"That was fun!"
Coruscant's nights never were completely dark. Even now a myriad of lights, faint and steady, and illuminated the hangar. Jaina was grinning widely.
"You think he followed us?"
She giggled, a sound so rare Jag had to swallow. "Nah. I think Javis Tyrr will have some fun trying to sort out how we escaped this time."
He tugged her closer. "Jaina-"
His comlink beeped.
"You need to go," she said and maneuvered him towards the shuttle. "Jag, quick, before your bodyguards figure out you went AWOL again-"
He kissed her, hungrily. Jaina tasted like sweet Nabooinan cream.