All I Wanted Was To Become A Scientist But Now I've Got An Alien Boyfriend (Bubble Babes #2)

by Petra Palerno

Just because it’s your special interest doesn't mean anyone else cares, I remind myself. There’s no worse feeling than being excited to share something you think is cool and be met with bored or annoyed faces.

“I had to study twice as hard to be taken half as seriously as my male coworkers.”

Despite my sacrifices and achievements, I was still the person in our lab who got sent on the coffee runs. My male peers didn’t respect me because of the stupid vessel that contained my mind. I was bad at connecting…I was bad at the human experience as a whole.

I had been accommodating the way the rest of the world thought and interacted my entire fucking life. Would it kill anyone to accommodate me?

“Sorry, your eyes reminded me of the chapel stone for a moment…the green is a very specific color. It's thought to be one of the most beautiful colors in the universe,”

Shutting the door gently behind me, I remove my jacket, ball it up, and scream into it. After my incredibly mature outburst,

Good men don’t spy on beautiful women, I think to myself. Good thing I’m not a good male—I’m an attorney.

I learned a long time ago that if I put something where I can’t see it, I forget about it existing. Me and object permanence don’t have the best track record.

Same

Touch my mate and die. It’s simple—yet effective.

“So I don’t like being dominant, and you don’t like being submissive—” “Quite a fun pair we make,” she scoffs as she brings her glass to her lips for another sip. “Maybe you could own me, Red.” My eyes bore into her, and my stomach is in knots.

Hehehe

“I’m gonna go shower. Sorry I stained that—do you want me to run the sheets through the wash?” I ask, pointing to the pile. “Why should you be sorry about what your body does naturally?” He seems annoyed I would even ask. “I don’t know, Earthmen are usually annoyed by it.” “Earthmen sound like f’teeing children. You’re in pain monthly to continue your species, and they feel the need to complain? Are they as weak in form as they are in their constitutions?”

I cradle her in my arms, and for once, she doesn’t protest my help. I lay her on the cha’krot-feather-filled sofa, wanting to allow her the rest I know she needs. As I turn away, she reaches out and snatches my wrist. “You said never.” “I did.” I change my plans and step over her, sliding behind on the sofa. Spooning her, I stroke her hair. “And I meant it.”

The salty taste is an assault on my senses. I don't understand the flavor profile at all. It is so incredibly alien it takes everything I have not to spit the dry powdery abomination out of my mouth. Every bite is torture. "So good, right?" She beams in my direction. I swallow, even as my stomach rebels. "It's certainly a…Dorito."

HAHAHA

"If I did want one, I wouldn't want it because I got you a gift. I'd want you to want to give me one. You still have all the control here."

“I’m sorry, I can’t do that—” “You are in control,” he says. “You are always in control, Red.” I can’t help but let a smirk cross my lips. “Good idea or not, we don’t need to go there until you’re ready. I’m willing to wait as long as you need me to,” Seth says with tenderness.

“Hand Volk’aris, you might want to reel in your human—” “Look at me.” Jessy points her pointer and middle fingers at her eyes. “I’m no one’s fucking human. I’m Jessy Whitley, and those”—she points to the ship’s wreckage—“those are my girls. So, how are we going to help them?”

“You’re my mate. I would burn this planet to the ground if you asked me. Love you? Of course I do, but there’s so much more than that. There’s a feeling beyond love, beyond the mate bond, that I don’t know how to put into words.”

“You are my entire reason for existence.” He throws his head back. “You are my home. I am a shell without you, and I will keep you safe until my dying breath!”