I pace across the small room, then…

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Naomi

I pace across the small room, then open the large window shade. Where I expect to see sand or water, I see dark space. There are stars everywhere, like I’m in the middle of one of those space movies.

I don’t understand.

“How?”

The purple man is next to me, still as naked as the day he was born. Well, so am I, for that matter. I’ve never felt comfortable enough to walk around in the nude before, and for some reason, I don’t feel an urge to put back on my clothes.

Because I want this to be a dream.

I want to pinch myself and wake up, right back in my shitty life with my cheating ex banging on my door. With a bottle of whatever I just drank in my hands.

His fingers glide tentatively across my lower back. I don’t want to react to him, but whatever we did, my body seems to remember.

My breath catches.

I hate myself for responding to him, but I’m also pretty annoyed that

I don’t even remember everything we did.

I stare out at the galaxy. I’ve never been a big sci fi girl, and I can’t remember ever looking at a picture of the solar system that looked so amazing.

“Take me home,” I say, and I feel his fingers flinch before he withdraws his touch. I realize how ridiculous I must look, standing nakedly and staring out at the universe.

“The App only brings females to us. We don’t have a way to send you back.”

I spin around and glare at him, suddenly angry. “What? You think it’s okay to take a person? You think you have the right to claim whoever you want? What the hell?”

He raises his eyebrows; two perfectly trimmed lines of hair right above his eerily black eyes. I stare at him, expecting his face to tense up in anger.

But instead, he looks like he’s curious. Intrigued, perhaps. Definitely not angry. He looks more concerned than anything.

“All of our females died when I was a child. All of them. All the races, except for one.”

“Which one is that?” I ask, my voice suddenly quivering. Because I think I already know the answer.

“Yours.”

I shift my weight from one side to another, suddenly feeling cold. “I think I’d like to get dressed now,” I say. I don’t know what to do, to be honest.

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