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What did I miss while I was ogling Dar?
“Sorry for the whole situation, buddy.” Hab both sounded and looked genuinely apologetic.
And so did Sab when he said, “Yeah, so sorry, man.” He smoothed Dar’s t-shirt back in place until no visible wrinkle remained.
“Let’s go,” Fab said through gritted teeth, releasing her from his hold.
Emilia could only gape as the three identical-looking aliens headed straight for the door. Two of them muttered thank-yous and congrats-once-agains over one another while Dar was opening the door for them.
What the hell?
The one person who could answer that question left to escort the police to their ship, or so she assumed. It wasn’t like Dar said anything upon exiting the bedroom; he only shot her a look over his shoulder which was hard to read. Concerned? Uncertain? Frightened? Hopeful? All descriptions seemed to fit.
Left by herself, Emilia took in the messy room. Cubbie was lying on his side on the bed’ step but was breathing evenly. The cushions were shredded but those were replaceable.
It didn’t really matter why the cops had let them go. She, Dar, and Cubbie were alive, in one piece and still together. That was the important part.
She picked Cubbie’s unconscious form up and placed him on his levitating bed. Once she put her t-shirt on, she started gathering the remains of the cushions in one corner of the room. Might as well make herself useful while Dar was taking longer than expected. She was too wired to sit still, anyway.
Emilia was gathering the last pieces of stuffing, which looked like dried flowers but had the texture of the softest cotton, when the adrenalin crash finally hit her. Coupled with the memory of the flower crowns and dresses the stocky bearded Nibiruans had worn… She broke into a fit of hysterical laughter.
That was how Dar found her: bent in two on the floor and laughing her ass off.
He was beside her in a flash. “Pumpkin! Are you in pain? Injured?”
His way of addressing her only made her break into another laughing fit. This one was more pleasurable, though, because she laughed against his warm chest when he lifted her upper body off the floor. Cradled against his hard pecs, she giggled with her nose pressed into the side of his neck.
Mmm, he smells so good…
“Lia, talk to me. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said in between giggles.
“But you’re crying and holding your tummy with both hands?”
“Oh…” A giggle. “Not cryingcryinghere. Sorry for worrying you…” Another giggle. “It’s just so funny…”
“What is?”
The concern in his question helped her get a hold of herself at last, her giggles gradually dying out.Does he worry I’m laughing at him?
“The Nibiruans, Dar. They were like drag queens turned space cops!” She snickered but then straightened up. “Never mind. They’re gone now and I don’t want to think about them anymore.”
The hand he was petting her hair with faltered for a second.
“They’re gone, right?”
“Yes.”
She leaned back enough to see his face. She didn’t like the strange way he sounded.
Sure enough, his eyes revealed he was deeply troubled.
Emilia shifted until she was still within touching distance but could see every expression that crossed his face as they talked. For it was clear they needed to talk.
“Spill it, mister.”
“Um… spill what? Ah, you’re thirsty! I’ll get you a glass of hal’peris right away.”
