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Stacy Jones
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May 14 - May 20, 2023
“Mm,” he hummed, unwilling to speak her name. He didn’t want to know what it felt like on his tongue, passing his lips, filling the night air.
He wanted to ask why she felt like home and smelled like his dreams, why there was a magnet in his chest drawing him to her.
At least aliens are hot, she smirked to herself. If women knew the males looked like these guys, they’d be begging to get abducted.
Seeing him standing there dressed only in his boxers and an oven mitt while he helped her with breakfast just made her fall that much harder.
Being seen was a hell of a thing. Terrifying, thrilling, and addictive all in one.
“So. Are we aliens?”

