While eating the freshly caught fish that was still somehow kept warm by Bel, the reality of what had just taken place in the bedroom dawned on Captain Nora Halt.
The fact that she only had on one of Zeph's oversized baggy shirts was proof enough that it was not all some sort of fever dream brought on by overwhelmed emotions and a desire to vent certain frustrations.
Until now the intoxicating high of the post-sex afterglow had kept her from overthinking or even thinking about what she, no they had done. But now as the flood of endorphins and hormones receded and allowed for clear thoughts, she suddenly found herself full of questions.
Like why was Zeph focusing more on the fish and fries in front of him than on her? Why couldn't she bring herself to even look at him directly? And did it completely change things between them?