Who would have thought that they fell through space and found alien true love?
As she combed her hair and looked at herself in the mirror, something came to her. “I’m married to an alien,” she whispered.
A barrage of thoughts hit her. About her mother, her grandmother, her aunts and uncles. Cousins. All the family. What would they think of all of this?
She studied herself in the mirror, and something dawned on her.
Panic wasn’t running through her, worried about their opinions.
All these memories started running through her head—how her large family handled things. How many times it was “just a boy thing” when boys were sexist pigs, but if a girl spoke up and argued with any of it, it was that she was difficult?
A lot.
All. Girls were pretty, seen and not heard. Boys would be boys. Even when she’d told her aunt about what was going on with Stefan, her aunt wasn’t that angry. She didn’t care.
Boys would be boys, after all.
It wasn’t right then, and she sort of knew it. Now, with space and distance, she really could feel it.
She gritted her teeth, and glanced at the bed.
At Erzo.
It didn’t matter. Their stupid, sexist ways didn’t matter anymore.
What mattered was that she was here.
Now.
With Erzo.
Her family was gone, and likely she, as well as Jana and Tori, would wind up some kind of missing person cases, when noticed. There wouldn’t be any evidence to convict anyone—though she figured her cousin Stefan will be a suspect for a while in the whole mess, because he’s the only connection between all three of them.
Which, honestly, with the way he played both Jana and Tori, maybe it would make him rethink how he treated females.
“I doubt it,” she muttered.
“You doubt what?” Erzo asked from the bedroom.
She fluffed the sleeves of the robe she’d put on after the cleansing and turned.
Erzo sprawled on the bed, on his side, looking fairly yummy, the sheet just barely draped over his midsection, his tail lazily swinging back and forth.
“I was just thinking about my family back home.”
“Your family seems to bring you distress.”
She nodded. “Seems that’s a common theme no matter where one is in the universe.”
He smiled. “Truth,” he replied, patting the bed. “Why does your family trouble you?”
“Mostly, I was thinking about how they were reacting to us being gone.” She sat next to him.
He patted her leg as she got situated, and she smiled at the touch. It was intimate, not sexual, and she liked it.
Contact didn’t always have to mean sex. Gentle caresses could comfort too. Or so she’d read in magazines.
She laced her fingers through his.
