Obsession

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

“That’s an alien. I’m an alien. We’re aliens. Aliens everywhere, actually, which is why we have to leave.

“Are you done acting like a psychotic, cracked-out Muppet baby?”

“You’re not going to answer me? Or do I need to repeat myself for a third time? It’s okay. I like to hear myself talk.”

At least I now knew that the male species were asses no matter what planet they hailed from.

“You’re staring at me again.” I picked up a few strands of her hair. “I like staring at beautiful things.”

“Your brother was right.” “How?” Her eyes drifted shut. “You are a prickly bastard.” I smiled then—a big, toothy idiotic smile—and Serena didn’t see it. Her eyes were closed,

Gripping the steering wheel with one hand, my eyes narrowed on the dark road. I didn’t realize what I was doing until I reached over and wrapped my fingers around her hand, careful to avoid her fingers. Serena didn’t pull away. She squeezed my hand. And I squeezed back.

The way he held my hand, as if he was afraid of hurting me somehow, created a thick lump in my throat. It was a gentleness I don’t think he even knew he was capable of.