“Great, I'll text her, let her know.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“Alright,” I say as we step into the club, “do your best not to draw attention to yourself.”
It’s the darkest club I could think of in Denver.It's been a while since I've been out at the clubs at all. The three of us stand by the door, not yet stepping all the way inside.Star’s eyes are wide.Full of wonder.
“Hopefully, it's dark enough that no one will notice that you're blue.”My eyes roll over his face, the exposed part of his neck.“Or that you have stars on you.”
I put him in a shirt that I thought would hide the most of his skin. A long-sleeved button-up with a collar.People do weird things at clubs.Maybe everyone will think he has some strange glitter on his skin.
“I would like to dance,” he says.His body is already moving, his eyes on the figures on the dance floor, all jumping together on the beat.
“Go ahead,” I say. “We're gonna go get drinks.”
He turns dark eyes on me. “You're not going to dance with me, Mason?”His voice cracks, and it’s like a boot to my heart. I need him to stop affecting me like this long enough for me to catch my breath.
“We're just going to get drinks,” I say again. “We’ll be right over here.”
He nods.“I will walk around, yes?”
“Sure,” I tell him. “If that's what you want to do.”
Mackenzie and I step up to the bar as Star starts a slow lap around the building.
“Gosh, you could have just shot him if you wanted to hurt him,” she says, motioning for the bartender.
“He'll be fine,” I tell her, even though I’m not sure it’s true.It certainly hasn't escaped my notice that Star is maybe a little gentler than we are.It's just because he's new to all this.
I'm hoping he'll enjoy not being attached to me for a moment.There's certainly more to being human than orbiting one person all the time, right? I don't want him to regret having been on Earth for only a few days and having spent most of it in my living room.
I glance over at him again to find him looking back at me.People watch him as he goes by, stepping along the outer wall, either because they think he looks strange or predatory or very, very hot.
But he's looking at me.
“Something happened between you guys, didn't it?”
I hate it that she can do that.She's always been able to.Of everybody in the world, Mackenzie is the person that I spend the most time with. She knows me better than anyone.
I don't think I want her to know this about me.
Not that I've been involved with Star but that I'm getting far too attached to him.That I'm starting to feel things that I don't know if I've ever felt before.
“Don't worry about it,” I tell her.
Star finally finds a place on the dance floor.I hoped that he would be a little bit more inconspicuous, but he heads right to the center of the crowd.
Mackenzie lets out a sigh of exhaustion and swipes my ice water to take several largegulps of it.“You could get your own,” I say, raising my eyebrows at the martini she ordered for herself.
Ignoring me, she says,“Aren't you going to go dance with him?”
I glance over to the dance floor, where Starlight is already surrounded by people, men and women alike, some pressing close when they realize he’s alone, some turning to dance toward him, like flowers toward the sun, clearly not aware they’re doing it.
No one seems to notice that there's something off about him, or if they do notice, they must find it intriguing.
“It looks like he has enough dance partners,”I grumble.
“Give me a break,” Mackenzie says.
