She ached to touch him, but she didn’t dare to until it was safe. They couldn’t risk the Order discovering them. Not when there was so much left they needed to do. They couldn’t leave the Order until it was finished. So she focused on the task at hand, fingers ghosting over the controls.

But his close proximity was fraying the edges of her patience.

So she all but flung off her harness and slid out of the co-pilot’s seat. There were other things that could use doing, and it would give her a few moments to breathe. To wrest her desire to hold him again, to touch him and feel him and hold him again under some kind of control. Until it was safe for her to do so.