Page 57 of Hidden But Not Safe

Something about his shirt covering her chased the last of his tension away.

He opened the door to the bathroom, but there was no way in hell they were returning to the warehouse, and Rocks still hadn’t woken up.

Naz settled on the skeezy couch, pulling Meg onto his lap so she wouldn’t have to touch it now that she was clean.

She turned in his arms, straddling him instead, her knees on either side of his hips, causing his shirt to ride up her thighs. She wrapped her arms around him and burrowed her head against his chest, a sleepy sigh slipping out of her.

“Coming made me tired,” she mumbled.

Naz held her close, his cheek brushing against her damp hair.

Contentment filled him as she relaxed, her breath feathering against his bare shoulder and arm.

Then she let out a giggle, not exactly the same as the one he liked most, though it was close.

“Aliens,” she said, giggling again.

Naz snorted, the sound shocking him.

Meg cuddled closer, squeezing his middle. “I made you laugh.” She sounded proud of that.

Her head turned, and she kissed his shoulder, her lips brushing skin since he was only in his undershirt. It created tingles there, ones that thankfully didn’t shoot down to his dick.

She sighed out a happy sound, her nose nuzzling him before exhaustion dragged her under.

Chapter 18

Naz and Meg didn’t leave the trailer at all for the rest of the day. Rocks got up in the afternoon, all crabby and lumbering, and Meg startled awake. She checked her shirt, making sure it covered her ass, then pretended to sleep.

Rocks scratched his beard as he stared blearily at them.

“I don’t get you, man,” he said, shaking his head while he stretched. “It’d be one thing if you were fucking her, though Julio would kill you.”

Rocks laughed, using his shoulder to open the trailer door and letting it slap shut behind him.

Meg lifted her head, leaning back on his thighs and gripping his shoulders. Her eyes looked worried.

“Am I going to get you killed?”

Naz shook his head.

Julio was a coward. He wasn’t going to escalate things, not when he knew he’d be the one to end up dead. At least, he wouldn’t as long as Naz kept his dick in his pants.

His brief erection had been a fluke. Her crotch had rested against his for the last hour, and his dick hadn’t stirred.

Naz ate in front of Meg that day. Twice. The first was his typical protein shake. He’d filled the same container with soup later, a vegetable one with low sodium that he could almost hear Ramiro nagging him about.

He hated eating in front of anyone, and nerves had filled him both times. Meg didn’t treat him like he was under a microscope, though, or like he was some magician performing a trick. She also didn’t look away the way others had, as though it was disgusting to watch.

Instead, she talked the whole time he ate.

She was still stuck on aliens during the protein drink. She chatted about UFO sightings and how it’d be neat to do the touristy thing in Roswell. The likelihood that they were the only intelligent beings in the whole universe seemed ridiculous to her, but she also thought the whole abduction thing was silly, too. If the aliens were advanced enough to travel all that way, then they sure as hell could get all the information they needed to know with a simple scan of the planet.

Meg stared down at the sandwich in her hand. “Body snatchers are an interesting idea, though. Where they take over our minds because they might need us as hosts?”

Naz nearly choked, having to concentrate to force his throat to relax enough to get the liquid down.

Body snatchers made him think of his episodes. He hadn’t had one for a while, not a true episode, just those short erasures of time. As nice as the body snatcher possibility would be, he couldn’t wave away responsibility. He might not remember, but it was still him. A part of him, anyway.

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