Page 34 of Whisked Away By the Alien

“What is a snowball?”

Yeah, I’m weak when it comes to temptations, and right now I want to see Sten laugh and let loose a little. Not that he’s stiff… Oh, God, there I go again! My mind is definitely in the gutter. I need a distraction. Nothing’s better than a good ol’ fashioned snowball fight.

I race ahead and pack snow together. The snow is wet and heavy, perfect for making snowballs. In seconds, I have not one but three snowballs balanced on my forearm and ready to throw.

“These are snowballs.” Without further explanation, I launch them one after the next at Sten. The first one explodes against his jacket, causing his horns to rise high. I’m pushing my luck because I throw another snowball. This one strikes his left horn.

A clump of snow balances on his horn like snow on a branch. Wet snow slides down the side into his hair.

I don’t care what anyone else thinks. Blue, horns, tattoos… They’re all external features, different from me, but meaningless. The guy within, the one who's reaching up to touch the snow melting in his hair, isn’t upset with me. He’s curious, patient, forgiving… loving. He makes my heart beat fast.

When I reach up to brush the snow off his horn, strong arms wrap around me and pull me in against a very hard, large body. Soft lips crash down on mine, making me forget the world around me. The last snowball falls from my hand as pleasure sails through me. I don’t understand how I can be falling for a guy so fast, but I am.

As Sten deepens the kiss, my hand threads through his hair. I’m flying high, weightless in his arms and melting against a fire that warms my soul.

I place my hands on his chest while I catch my breath. His horns tip back and his eyes glow like two tiny moons. No one’s ever kissed me like that. Ever.

“That was nice. Really nice,” I say.

“I like snowball fights.”

“You’re supposed to throw a snowball back at me. One of us runs while the other chases.”

“I enjoy a good chase. But when I capture my prey, I like to play with it…”

Yes! Take me!

He looks up at the snow which is falling faster. “I should return to your parents’ home.”

“Maybe you should stay with me. It’s getting nasty out here.”

“I’ve slogged through worse. I’m expected to be there to aid them when they need my help. Will you return to cook tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow will be leftovers. No cooking required.” His face falls, and I understand precisely how he feels. I want to see him again.

“I have to check in at work for a bit. I’ll definitely be at my parents to light the candles before sunset. Maybe earlier. I’m sure my mom could use some help with the laundry. Or washing floors.”

I’ll think of something we can do together. Anything that will give me more time with him. If I could, I’d blow off work completely, but I’m eager to check in and make sure I still have a job.

I can’t believe I’ve only known Sten two days. Both flew by so fast, and I had an incredible time cooking with him. And then there’s all the flirting… and kissing! Every minute with him feeds my soul.

He waits at the bottom of the steps as I turn the key and open the door to my apartment building. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Sten. Thank you for the snowball fight.”

He nods and the corners of his mouth kick up. “Sleep well, Commander. By the way, Golda?”

“Yes?”

“Nice ass.”

CHAPTERELEVEN

GOLDA

Normally, I love sleeping in, but today my eyes snap open at eight thirty. Yesterday turned into a complete disappointment. I woke up, expecting to go to work before shooting over to my parents. Instead, the entire city came to a halt. Four feet of snow kept me and every other New Yorker trapped at home. Not a single bus drove down my street until after the snow plows cleared the road at nine pm. Government, military, and hospitals always get priority. Residential areas are last on the list. Thankfully, the storm only lasted one day. Nothing’s going to keep me from visiting my parents today.

My roommates, Nancy, Brenda, and Theresa went home for Christmas and Luciana is staying at her boyfriend’s place in Harlem. I have the place to myself until after New Year’s. Yesterday, I spent the day cleaning my apartment and dreaming of Sten. I’m hoping he’ll escort me again tonight, and this time stay over.

It’s the day before Christmas, and Jenkins Imports has done so well this year, old man Jenkins is giving everyone off tomorrow through New Year’s. I want to stop in and pre-empt any ideas management may have of firing me. Someone might blame the inventory discrepancy on me in my absence, even though I discovered the issue.

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