Page 11 of My Brother's Alien Match
“Damn, Robin, you struck the nail on the head with this one,” Taylor breathed next to me.
“Yeah,” I managed to agree.
“Okay. That's enough now,” Taylor said.
“Huh?”
“Off you go.”
I blinked.
“Right.”
I forced myself to turn around, turning my back to the scene of their first meeting as I walked away, suddenly desperate to not see it. My heart was racing, and I felt sick as I reached the corner. Finally, I couldn’t help looking back.
From a distance, Luno's dark gaze landed on Taylor. I saw the moment he laid eyes on him, the way he slowed for a second, taking him in, the way his chin lifted, and a small, hopeful smile touched his lips. And my heart sank all the way down to my shoes.
I watched until Luno reached the statue. I hadn’t realized how tall Luno was—or maybe he could adjust how high he stood with all those flexible limbs that carried him. Either way, he towered over Taylor, making him look small and somewhat delicate.
Taylor was smiling, saying something as he gazed up at him. It didn’t seem like they could take their eyes off of each other.
Standing under the swooping rings against the lowering sun, they looked like they were made for each other.
It looked like my plan would work even more smoothly than I’d thought it would.
Why that made me want to curl up into a ball and die, I wasn’t quite sure but I was devastated.
Chapter Six
LUNO
I looked down at Taylor as confusion washed over me.
As I’d thought, wedidhave some sort of Karmic connection, but it felt more like friendship, or perhaps siblings. I could not understand what it was. All I knew with great disappointment, was that he wasnotmy Sul.
“So, what did you want to do? Grab a bite? The Cactus Club is nearby.”
I considered.
“If you are hungry, then yes.”
He beamed, sliding his arm through mine with a surprising amount of familiarity.
“Great!”
He began to lead the way, his gaze fixed on my tentacles as he walked. I’d noticed that a lot of humans were fascinated by them. To me and my kind—and many of the other alien races of Visaka Quadrant, it was ordinary. On Earth, very few creatures seemed to have them though, so I did not mind. I was easily able to ignore the stares.
“Have you ever seen a Nisank before?” I asked, curiously.
He shook his head, glancing up at me.
“No, to be honest, I don’t see many aliens in general, unless we’re hosting an event for them.”
“Ah yes, your profession. Tell me, what did you do at work today?”
He blinked, pausing for a moment, before speaking casually.
“Just the usual. Paperwork. Phone calls… I’m one of the leads arranging the Cherry Blossom Ball this year. I’ve been coordinating with the charity donations all year for this.”
