Page 16 of My Brother's Alien Match
“I can’t wait that long. Please let me come to you now. I want to hold you.”
I lay back on my pillow, covering my face with my free hand. My body was weak. His voice along with the thin suggestion of what we would do together made my blood rush south. I bit my lip, forcing myself not to agree. It would be a complete disaster if he showed up here right now to be with Taylor.
“Maybe tomorrow,” I finally said.
He was silent.
“Taylor, you are my Sul. Please believe me.”
I squeezed my eyes shut.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered. “I just can’t.”
“What can I do to convince you?” he asked.
I chuckled bitterly.
“I don’t think you can do anything…”
“Tomorrow, then. Let us meet and discuss this.”
“I’ll get back to you…”
Thankfully, he didn’t argue.
“Very well. I will expect your call.”
He definitely would never be getting another phone conversation from me after that. It had been a terrible idea, just like I’d thought.
And now there was no way in hell I’d be getting any sleep. How was I supposed to tell Taylor that Luno wanted to meet again and that he thought they were soulmates?
I was such a fool.
Chapter Eight
LUNO
If you really want to talk, I can give you a couple minutes before heading to work.
In the early hours of the morning, I stood across the street from Taylor’s building, rereading the message I’d woken to. It was colder than I’d expected.He is afraid,I told myself. But that did not account for the surreal way I felt throughout this strange experience.
When you met your Sul, you were meant to know. Everyone from Mayara said that. With our natural cognizance, it was meant to be clear from the moment one laid eyes on them.
I glanced up. There Taylor was, exiting his building. For a moment, I felt a rush of all the things I’d felt last night while talking to him on the phone. He was with someone again. Someone with the same ashy blond hair. He’d been with him in his photo, I realized.
They spoke for a moment and then, the brother retreated into their building and Taylor turned, scanning the street before his gaze landed on me. He lit up in a warm, friendly way and I felt like my fire had been doused.
“There you are,” he said, as I came to stand in front of him. “You wanted to talk?”
“Yes…” I began, staring at him.
He really was quite lovely. Very handsome and charming and nothing at all like the messages he sent, which were honest and clumsy.
Nothing at all…
My eyes lifted, gaze tracing the tall building he had just emerged from.
“Is this where you live?” I asked.
