Page 8 of Swipe Right for Stardust

“We make a pretty good team,” Vanessa said, floating nearby. Her cheeks were flushed, and a strand of hair clung to her forehead. I fought the urge to brush it away.

“Indeed,” I replied, my voice huskier than I’d intended. “Your spatial awareness is quite impressive.”

She beamed at the compliment. We locked eyes, and I lost myself, captivated by the depth of green in her irises. The gravity shifted again, breaking the spell.

As we neared the end of the puzzle, I noticed Vanessa’s movements becoming more daring, fueled by our success and the adrenaline of the challenge. She leapt from wall to wall, timing her jumps with the gravity shifts.

“Vanessa, perhaps we should—” I started to caution, but she was already in motion, reaching for the final piece—a large, unwieldy cube.

I saw the miscalculation in her eyes a split second before it happened. The gravity shifted earlier than expected, and Vanessa’s fingers barely grazed the cube. She gave a surprised yelp as she tumbled through the air.

Without thinking, I pushed off hard from my position, intent on intercepting her trajectory. But in my haste, I’d forgotten about the cube. As I sailed along, it collided with my shoulder, sending me spinning wildly towards the ceiling.

I had just enough time to register Vanessa’s wide-eyed look of concern before I impacted the surface with a resounding splat. The shock of the collision momentarily stunned me, and when I tried to push away, I found myself thoroughly stuck in some sort of viscous substance.

Embarrassment flooded through me at the ridiculousness of my position. Here I was, a respected xenobiologist, plastered to the ceiling like an overgrown insect. I let out a resigned sigh, my fur sticky with the goo.

“Oh my god, Zarnak! Are you okay?” Vanessa called out, concern evident in her voice as she maneuvered herself towards me.

I turned my head as much as I could, watching her approach. “I’m unharmed,” I assured her. “Though perhaps a bit... stuck.”

As she drew closer, I saw her biting her lip, clearly trying to suppress a laugh. Despite my predicament, I appreciated her attempt to spare my feelings.

“Well,” she said, her voice quavering with barely contained mirth, “I guess you really stuck the landing, huh?”

I couldn’t help it—a chuckle escaped me, quickly turning into full-blown laughter. Vanessa joined in, her giggles mixing with mine in the absurdity of the moment.

“Okay, big guy,” she said once our laughter subsided. “Let’s get you unstuck.”

She reached out, grasping my arm, and began to pull. The substance stretched but refused to release its hold. Vanessa scowled as she repositioned herself, bracing her feet against the ceiling on either side of me.

“On three,” she said. “One... two... three!”

We both strained, and the goo started to give way. With a sudden pop, I came free—along with a large glob of the sticky substance. The momentum sent us tumbling through the air, a tangle of limbs and goo.

We collided with the opposite wall, thankfully at a much slower speed thanks to the room’s shifting gravity. I found myself pressed against the surface, Vanessa held securely in my arms. Our faces were inches apart, both of us covered in the sticky goo and leftover confetti.

“Have you injured yourself?” I asked.

She shook her head, her eyes locked on mine. “No, I’m good. Thanks for the save... both times.”

The moment stretched, then, as if suddenly realizing our position, Vanessa cleared her throat and gently pushed away. I released her, immediately missing the warmth of her presence.

“We should, uh, probably finish the puzzle,” she said, a blush coloring her cheeks.

We floated apart, both of us stealing glances at each other as we retrieved the final pieces.

As we placed the last object, a sense of accomplishment washed over me, mingled with something deeper. Working together, overcoming this challenge—and the mishaps along the way—had forged a connection between us that I hadn’t anticipated.

I looked at Vanessa, covered in goo and confetti, her hair a wild mess, and found her more beautiful than ever. She caught my gaze and smiled, the sweet curve of her lips nearly knocking me over.

“We did it,” she said softly.

“Indeed we did,” I replied, returning her smile. “Though perhaps not in the most graceful manner.”

She laughed, the sound filling the chamber and warming something deep inside me. “I don’t know about you, but I think we made a pretty great team.”

I nodded, feeling unexpectedly fond of this remarkable human woman. “I concur wholeheartedly.”

---