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

by Petra Palerno

My body wants him—if only I could only get my brain and body on the same page.

Seth and the duke both look at me, then at each other, and begin to laugh at my drowned rat chic. “It’s not polite to laugh at a lady…It’s not my fault I’m a land-dwelling mammal. We can’t all be shark men,” I scowl.

But it's Jessy. Her touch never seems to bother me anymore. Somewhere in our time together, she’s become safe for me.

I love that

Her eyes are wet and wide—she's not even looking at me. I scent her fear as her pupils bore through me. "Jessy?" I search her face, stroking her hair back.

When she reaches for my hand, I grab hers tightly, pull her in front of me, and let her cling to my chest. When I turn back to the duke and his entourage in the distance, I see him trying to parse out what we're doing.

Raf'ere's eyes meet my own, and he surveys the scene Jessy and I have created. "I will f'teeing end him," I say as I step in the duke's direction.

With our backs pressed against the wall, I grab Jessy's hand again. "I would kill him if you let me." "I know."

"You know it's different with you"—her eyes soften—"don't play stupid."

"I don't care about germs." Jessy crosses her arms. "But I care about you, dammit!" I yell compulsively. "I care if you're happy. I care that you keep your trash so close to the bed; it's unsanitary. I get scared you'll get sick from it."

"You spray my bedside with sanitizer overnight because you care if I get sick? You don't do it because you think I'm s...

"If I thought you were gross, would I let you kiss me? I worry about you all the time! I hate to see you hurt yourself. I care about your stupid f'teeing fingers, even the extra small ones. I don't want anyone, even a duke, ever to make you feel uns...

Then, as I reach out for her, she dodges my grasp and curls herself into a tight ball, dropping to the floor.

I am immediately on my knees and pulling her back against my body. Her breaths are so shallow, so rapid—Jessy is hyperventilating. Jessy is having a panic attack at this very moment.

I know because I've struggled with them my whole life. I know that feeling of asphyxiation. I know how my fingertips go numb. I can go from okay to feel...

"You're okay. I've got you," I say, trying to keep her body still and grounded. "Breathe with me." I place my hand on her sternum, spanning most of the width of her chest. I pull a deep breath in, raising my hand softly ...

I shift my hips to bring her closer. Her body becomes rigid again. “Don’t leave me,” she whispers. She grabs my hand as i...

Wrapping my arms tightly around her small body, I pull her in. “Never.”

"I'm sorry I'm like this." Jessy wipes away a tear that she seems angry at for having escaped her eyes. "I thought I was okay, I—" "I know what it's like to have a panic attack."

“You have no reason to apologize. I’d be incredibly happy if you let me kill the duke, though.” "Are you bein...

I kiss the top of her head but cock an eyebrow. "Unless you're serious. In that case, yes, I'd...

She leans against my chest, closing her eyes in the post-panic exhaustion I know all too well. I cradle her in my arms, and for once, she doesn’t protest my help.

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 data pad on the far wall buzzes, breaking the light sleep we’ve both somehow found. I kiss her cheek as I hop over her.

"Do you think we'll get in trouble for not going? I can tell Raf’ere isn't used to the word no," Jessy says. "I don't care. Let him fume."

"Here's the order. I think I'd rather have roughed someone up for you. Signu."

"What's in the suitcase?" "I hope it's something you like," I say, opening the security locks.

Inside, shiny red bags are stacked three deep, their crisp material crinkling as the suitcase opens. "Are those fucking Doritos?" Jessy squeals.

"I don't know, you tell me." "Wait, did you find these for me?" She grabs a bag and ...

"No, I got them for Raf’ere." She frowns at my sarcasm before I say, "Of course I got them for you." Her face shifts completely to an almost manically happy look, an...

She grabs a handful of dusty orange triangles and tosses them into her mouth. The strange food barely fits—as she smiles, the point o...

She garbles her words as she attempts to speak with her overloaded mouth. She looks ridiculous,...

This is something I want to hold on to, this tiny moment of bliss on her face.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" She licks the orange dust from her fingers. "You just look so happy." "Okay, whatever, they're just so delicious."

She pulls another chip from the crinkled foil, reaching the tiny triangle to me. "Do you want to try one?" "That bag was completely...

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.

lol

"So good, right?" She beams in my direction. I swallow, even as my stomach rebels. "It's certainly a…Dorito." "God, I missed these. How did you get them?"

I have no desire to tell her about my dealings with the less-than-savory smugglers I rely on occasi...

She shrugs. "So you don't want anything for these? You got my chips from the other side of th...

"I'm always nice to you," I say, somewhat annoyed—why does everyone think I'm not f'teeing nic...

"So, no ulterior motives? You didn't even want a blow job?" "No, I did it because I care...

"Do you think I'm a virgin?" I ask. "I know how to please a woman. A blow job is a strange human phrase for that, though."

"A blow job is a penis-in-the-mouth situation," she says, miming the motion again. It makes more sense when I imagine my cock in her hand. Oh.

"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." "Okay."

"Okay, what?" Okay, she wants to blowie me, or okay, she doesn't want to? "Take your pants off."

She stands, tilts her head, and appraises my cock. "It's not that different from a human's penis. I mean, besides being bigger." Jessy goes into full analytical mode and raises her hand closer to it. "Can I touch it?"

"Um, yeah, of course." I put my hands tightly to my sides, so I don't do anything too stupid. "It's blue, but I guess that makes sense…your blood is blue, right?"

Jessy wraps her hand around the head of my cock. Her fingertips don't touch. My hips jerk with the slig...

"It's harder than a human's." She pulls down again. The blood pulses in...

I'm finding it damn near impossible to be educational right now.

"No hair, or do you shave?" "Um, no hair. I promise to tell you all about my cock later, Red. I'm finding it difficult to concentrate at this moment."