Did I want to live like an alien for the rest of my life? No! It was scary and I missed home—and this was all so insane and if I went back, I could do my best to pretend this had all been a really, really bad dream. But… There was an arm at my waist, and the warmth of a strong, muscled body against my back. Holding me. Shielding me. Devoted to me. I’d gotten addicted to this affection, the adoration, the protectiveness, and the amazingness that was my alien. ...And he was mine.
