Light is naked when he enters, and he’s clearly not bothered about being naked because he doesn’t attempt to hide the dick that seems to be half-hard.
I’m glad this apartment has a super big and fancy shower with two giant heads, so the three of us fit.
My gaze flicks between Thistle’s two bodies and settles on Shadow as I can see his dick jutting out. “You don’t wear clothes?”
He’s been naked this whole time?
“Not always. And not for this kind of job, because then it’s rather obvious where I am. Do you usually wear clothes to bathe?” Shadow asks.
I need to get my dress off, as it’s covered in Doug, but then I’ll be naked and in the shower with two aliens…or it one because they are the same person?
“No.” The dress clings to my skin, leaving nothing hidden anyway. “I don’t normally shower with aliens.”
Thistle laughs, both of him. “You never showered with Doug?”
“Ugh.” I did, and still am, even though I am washing him away.
“He’s in your hair.”
I undo my hair because I need to wash it. As I do, a chunk of hair falls out. I stare at the clump and try to squash my freak out.It’s just because of the acid.
Which isn’t as soothing as it should be. I rinse my hair, then shampoo it. Thistle doesn’t talk, but he doesn’t need to talk out loud to himself. I crack open my eye. They are both watching me, even as they wash under the other shower head. They are using Doug’s soap and watching them clean each other’s back makes my heart beat a little faster—though this time it’s not from fear or adrenaline.
They are so different. One seems to be made of light and the other darkness, yet when they touch, they don’t cancel each other out.
“Are you like that chicken, which is black all the way through, even its bones? Do you have bones?” I don’t know why that is what springs to mind.
“Yes, we have bones in both bodies. But Shadow can become liquid.”
“That doesn’t sound fun.”
“It’s not,” he agrees. “And yes, the Shadow halves have black bones and muscles.”
“And blood?” I rinse the shampoo out of my hair.
Shadow nods. “Do you need some help with your back? You don’t want to miss any.”
I pump some conditioner into my hand and consider my options. Leave a speck of goo on my skin and find out how deep it will eat, or let Thistle help? I put conditioner on the ends of my hair and ignore all the strands falling out. “Sure.”
I turn around.
“Can I undo your dress?”
I don’t know which one asked. They sound the same.Because they are the same.
A dozen different questions bubble up.
“Can you feel what the other one feels?”
“As a sensation, but not directly. Separate bodies, but the mind processes both pain and pleasure.” His fingers run down my spine as my dress slithers over my hips to land in a puddle of ruined fabric at my feet, leaving me in only a thong.
I close my eyes as his hand moves over my skin, removing any remaining goo. That’s all he’s doing, I remind myself. It doesn’t mean anything.
Until he inhales close to my skin, creating a shiver of anticipation. Will he bite or lick? That depends on which one it is. I don’t know which one I want it to be, or if it even matters, given that they are the same.
What would it be like to be with a man who is two beings?
My core clenches. I shouldn’t even be thinking about it. He just killed my boyfriend, the human trafficking alien who got around in a tailor-made skin suit, so he passed for human. And even though we slept together, I never noticed there was anything different from my previous boyfriends. How could I have not realized?
