Page 6 of Chosen By the Alien
God. That sounds like a line. But it doesn’t feel like one. Not from him.
I’m half-hard in my jeans and my skin is on fire and nothing makes sense anymore.
“Are you gonna kiss me?” I ask, half-daring, half-terrified.
“No,” he says simply.
That jolts me.
“Why not?” I joke. “I thought you wanted that.”
“Because you are not ready yet. And because if I kiss you, I will want more. And you are not ready for that either.”
A shudder rolls through me. Part relief. Part... disappointment?
I nod. Slowly. I swallow. “Okay.”
Tahl steps back, letting the cool air slip between us again. But his gaze never breaks.
“Keep having a good night,” he says.
And then he’s gone.
The porch door slides shut.
I stand there in the dark, cigarette burned out, heart thudding like a drum.
And all I can think is…
What the fuck just happened?
Chapter 3
I stumble into the hallway, breathing too fast, heart knocking like it’s got something to prove. That fucking costume. That fucking alien guy. I don’t even know where he went. He disappeared into the crowd the second he stepped inside, and now he’s gone like smoke.
Good. Probably for the best.
I duck into the first door I can find and thank God it’s a bathroom. I flick the lock shut.
The mirror catches me on the way in: flushed face, messy hair, pupils blown like I just ran a mile. I grip the edge of the sink, trying to steady myself, but it’s useless. My pulse is still racing. My skin’s hot all over.
I’m not gay.
Not even close.
I’ve never been into guys. Not in the locker room. Not at the gym. Not even that time Brad from work got drunk and stripped at the Christmas party. I’ve always liked women. Always.
So why the hell is my cock hard?
It’s pressing against my jeans, insistent, like it doesn’t give a shit about the rules I’ve been living by my whole life. I tell myself it’s the beer. Or the adrenaline. Or the heat of the room.
It’s not.
It’s him.
His eyes. That steady, unblinking focus, like he could see every part of me I try to keep hidden. His low voice, curling into my chest and settling there like it belonged.
And that look… not just at me.Throughme. Like he knew something I didn’t.
