Page 38 of Caveman Alien's Touch

- Bronwen-

I move an inch closer to him, so that we’re thigh to thigh. “I tell you. But not now. Look! The stars are beautiful.”

“Which one do you come from?”

I pick one at random and point. “That one.”

He looks up. “Which one?”

I lean into him and point at another one of the millions of stars above us. “That.”

His hand cups my shoulder, and he pulls me a half-inch closer. “That one?”

“No. Look.” I point again, my head on his shoulder. “Thatone. Beside the other one”

“Ah.Besidethe other one. Right. Such a nice star to come from. It’s the same color as your hair. You have starlight hair, Bronwen.”

It’s a cheesy thing to say, but this is from a guy who’s never seen a single television show or movie. He just made up that line and he delivered it as if it’s an obvious truth. So I can just enjoy that pleasant feeling of being genuinely flattered

“You have starlight eyes,” I reply. “But they more light than stars.”

The drums are still beating, but that part of the village is on the other side of the Mount and it doesn’t bother me. It just creates this perfect otherworldly and primal atmosphere, along with the crackling fire and the complex smells from the jungle.

I’m sitting in a cave with a caveman, looking at an alien sky. It’s so unreal I can’t totally believe it. But I’ll absolutely take it.

“Maybe you have starlight eyes, too,” Noker says. “Look up.”

I lean my head back. “All right.”

He looks into my eyes from close up. “I knew it. There are the stars, right in your eyes.”

His fingertips touch my chin lightly and continue along my cheek, feeling warm.

I close my eyes, wanting to focus on his touch. “Mmm.”

“There are so many stars,” he goes on. “Maybe we shall go to all of them. And in the end, we will find the one that we want and settle there for the rest of eternity.”

“Nice,” I mumble, excitement rising in me.

“We Foundlings think we came from the stars as well,” he rumbles softly, fingers getting close to my hairline. “And we shall return there after we die, leaving our bodies behind. We will be free of them at last.”

“M-hm.”

His fingers slide through my hair to the nape of my neck, their touch so light and warm and tingly that a shudder goes through me.

This time, he knows that me trembling like that is a good thing, so he doesn’t stop. “But we can go to the stars before that. We will build one of thoseflyen sosrsthat Piper told Brak about. We can go to your star and to any star we want.” His fingers go up through my hair and caress the crown of my head, sending the most incredible tingles all through me. If I had my eyes open, I’m sure I would be able to see the blue flashes of the electric sparks that he must be making up there.

I slowly adjust my position, and Noker gets it. With gentle, strong movements, he arranges us so I’m sitting in front of him, leaning back on his chest and facing the cave opening.

“Mmmm,” I sigh with pleasure as I lean back and Noker places his wondrous fingers on my forearms.

“When we get to the stars,” he goes on, making little circles on my skin, “we will greet them as Foundlings. Each one is a Foundling who once lived. We will talk to them and hear their wisdom. I will show you to them, and they will say ‘that is a wonderful woman the stars sent to you, brother’.”

He moves his fingers across my sweatshirt up to my chest, lightly cupping the breasts outside of the worn fabric.

“Yesss,” I manage as harder tingles shoot down my center. “Go on.”

“We will stay on the star for a while, living in its jungle and hunting strange star creatures.” He starts circling the nipple outside the fabric, sending a shiver down my spine. “Perhaps we shall go to a star with an ocean and see its water creatures.”

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