Page 45 of The Bully Alien

Eventually, Wyatt moves away from me and sits up.

"Needed some release, huh?" I joke quietly.

He eyes me, and his eyes have regained their piercing quietly.

I smile at him, still lying down, and I close my eyes, falling asleep almost immediately.

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Wyatt

Looking at Delana, watching her sleep... she looks so peaceful. Like an angel.

She deserves to be set free.

She's had her wings tied back her entire life, and now, I've basically clipped them.

I've grounded her.

All because I blew up our one chance at getting out of here.

I fucking hate it here.

And yet meeting her might not have been the worst thing that happened to me.

Running into her, I should say.

And then ramming my cock into her.

Again and again and again.

I lie down beside her, and she sighs softly. I shift enough to see that she's still asleep, and I go to close my eyes when I feel her head on my chest.

Again, I look. She's still asleep as far as I can tell.

With a shrug, I hold her against me, and I sleep like that, embracing her with one arm.

And it's fine.

Maybe more than fine.

But when I wake, my emotional fields are gone, and I realize I'm crying.

Delana draws back, sitting up, her eyes wide with alarm. Her expression is all panicked, which makes the skin around her scar pucker. "What's wrong?" she asks urgently.

"I don't want to talk about it." I sit up as well and try not to look at her. I hate the compassion shining inner eyes, the worry, the fear.

"Is it because of the spaceship? Look, we can just move on with our lives. Or, like I said, we can see if Brain—"

"Who?"

"Your neighbor. The guy who lives next to you. The next dorm room over. He seems really nice, and he is a genius—"

"A self-proclaimed one."

"Maybe, but... You don't want touring him onboard."

I grunt. I never intended for her to be onboard, but I am not involving anyone else.