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going to be a simple adios . I inhale a gulp of air, the dryness of my throat forcing me to struggle as I attempt to swallow.
    “What... what do you mean ‘that’s not going to happen’?” Dare I ask, right? Mr. Nice Guy gone, the dominant warrior back in action.
    He steps closer to me—if that’s even possible—and grabs a lock of my unruly hair that has fallen in my face. “What I mean is that I lost something last night I had spent a very long time trying to catch. And since he seems to have taken a liking to you, you’re now going to help me get that back.”
    Yeah. Okay, what ?
    “Yeah, so, no. Thanks, but I’m not sure I can help you with that,” I reply as I attempt to push past him.
    He halts my attempt to pass bringing me back against his body, and I can feel the heat pouring off him. “You will help me.” His voice is stern, forcing my vision to lock with his, a freckled hazel brewing into a soft, amber glow. Yep, they’re glowing . I begin to shake my head in crazy mode. I need to shake this off. I need to get some coffee in me. Get this attractive Greek God of a wacko out of my apartment. Shit, I should leave with him. I need to get the hell out of this town!
    I make another attempt to push past him, which again fails. His hands are on me. He doesn’t hurt me, but there’s a burning feeling through my skin as he grabs my arms, working his thumb up and down the inside of my bicep, and I fight the urge to melt into touch. God, I need to get some, I admit to myself, relishing in the touch of a non-human, who looks human— and, by God, has all human parts —but he isn’t...
    “Shit,” I exclaim as I shake the dirty thoughts from my brain.
    “What’s wrong?” He swings me around, lifting my chin upward to make eye contact. I force myself to look at his beautiful face, failing to keep my cool because the moment our eyes lock, my insides turn and skip. And probably summersault.
    God, I am horrible at this faking shit.
    His hard expression turns soft once again as his touch becomes gentler. “What are you thinking about, Emma?”
    Well, shit, nothing innocent after he just practically purred my name.
    “Nothing,” I reply, closing my eyes. I need to get a grip on reality because this is not normal behavior. Normal behavior is running like hell and calling the alien investigators. But no, here I am playing eye hockey with this stranger, while his thumb is practically dry-humping my inner arm.
    “Breakfast… I need breakfast,” I blurt out. “Do you eat? I mean, I know you eat... Do you eat ?”
    I’m babbling nonsense until thankfully he stops me with his heart-shattering smile. “Yes, Emma, I eat breakfast.”
    I exhale, trying to remain somewhat normal. “Okay, good. So, before you continue to boss me around, let’s eat. I need food.” He releases me, and I take that opportunity to turn quickly, heading toward the kitchen.

Emma
    I’m digging through my refrigerator like I have a life supply of food and just simply cannot figure out what to make, when honestly I have half a carton of eggs, an onion and most likely spoiled milk. I grab for the onion and eggs and, ditching the milk, I decide I’ll just improvise on breakfast. I put my minimal ingredients on the counter and head toward the pantry. Not like that looks any better, but I think I have Bisquick in there and that can be made with water. Well, not really, but I tried it last week and I lived after eating them. I know Sin is watching me, so I try and play it cool. I pull out the pan, bashing it against the counter then dropping it. I quickly pick it up and place it on the stove. Grabbing the eggs, the first two slip from my hands and plummet to the floor.
    “Shit,” I curse to myself. If I were alone, I would just scrape them up and throw it in the pan. Five second rule, duh. Plus, I'm poor, so an egg is an egg. I choose not to go that route, so I wipe them up and go for another egg. I notice I only have three left. Knowing