“Food. Eat it.”
She unwraps the packaging. Then she carefully sniffs the bar. Seemingly deciding it’s not dangerous to eat, she devours the entire thing. Somehow, she manages not to get any crumbs in the bed.
“Want another one?” I ask, amused.
“Schnarfmug,” she says through a mouthful of food.
“What was that?”
“Yes, please.”
She eats three more, has another glass of water, and then snuggles beneath the blankets.
“Thank you,” Fiona whispers. “I didn’t realize how hungry I was.”
“You’ll need to eat a lot for a few days,” I tell her. “To get your strength back.”
She nods, and rolls onto her side, looking at me. I finish putting the wrappers from her food in the trash and close all of the cupboards. Then I climb into bed. I get beneath the blankets and our legs touch, but I don’t move mine away from hers.
I like the way her skin feels against mine.
"Quinn?" She says quietly.
"Yes, Fiona?"
"You're naked."
"You're very observant."
"Shouldn't you...you know..."
"No, I don't know," I keep a straight face, but I'm trying so hard not to laugh at her blushing and babbling.
"Shouldn't you wear something to bed? You know, because it might get cold tonight."
"I think I'll be all right. After all, I have you to keep me warm."
"Oh," she whispers, but then she rolls away and faces the wall.
"Lights out," I say, and the lights in the room turn off. It's pitch black in the room now and despite the darkness, I can see her perfectly well. It's one of the benefits of being from Sapphira. Our eyesight is excellent. I can see her glancing over her shoulder, trying to figure out if I'm watching her. I can see her staring at the ceiling, then the wall. I can see her opening and closing and opening her eyes. I can see everything she's doing and it just makes me want her more.
Sleeping with Fiona is a dangerous choice because I'm going to have to make it through the entire night being close to her. I'm going to have to make it through the entire night next to her, smelling her, and maybe even touching her.
I have a feeling that if I'm not careful, this little human is going to be the death of me.
I have a feeling that if I'm not careful, I might just fall in love with her sweetness, with her cuteness, and with her little human habits.
I have a feeling that if I'm not careful, I'm going to want to keep Fiona.
And that's a dangerous thought.
Chapter 10
Fiona
It’s a very long night.
I think that after everything I’ve been through, I’ll fall asleep quickly. Quinn slides an arm over me and mumbles, “So you can’t escape.” Then he passes out almost immediately. I can tell by the way his breathing slows and he starts snoring gently. Aliens snore. Who would have thought?