Waking up in deep space with just herself and another man makes Clara Hayes instantly not trust him.
There's no Earth. No backup. No clear explanation. Just a failing mission, a silent universe, and Dr. Grace-who seems just as lost as she is.
Neithe...
Warning the book will contain: Sexual tension, some SMUT, swearing, Yearning.
Clara and Grace weren't supposed to end up like this.
Stuck together in deep space with no memory of who they are, no clear past, and only a failing mission keeping them moving forward.
At first, it's just survival. Arguments over systems, sharp replies, moments of frustration when they don't agree. Clara doesn't trust him, and Grace doesn't pretend to fully understand her.
But somehow, they keep ending up close.
In the quiet between alarms. In the small pauses after they argue. In the way Grace looks at her when he thinks she isn't paying attention. In the way Clara notices things about him she shouldn't care about.
It doesn't make sense. They don't remember why it feels familiar.
But it does.
And in a place this empty, that kind of closeness becomes impossible to ignore.
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Grace
"I'm trying to save the ship and you at the same time, so forgive me if I'm slightly stressed."
"Okay, nope. Hate that. Hate that a lot."
"We are not equipped for alien intelligence. We are barely equipped for our own."
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Clara
"I was busy not letting you volunteer to space-die."
