Series: Like Us Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 174544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 698(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 698(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
I shake it off. “You don’t need to find Xander?” I ask since Donnelly is on-duty and wearing an earpiece and radio.
“Banks has eyes on him,” Donnelly says quietly, looking me over. “Can I sit?”
I nod, my stomach in knots. “What’d my therapist say?”
He plops down beside me, arm outstretched behind my chair. He slides the mushy cake closer to himself. “To be careful with you.” Using the fork, he molds the cake into a shape.
I sense there’s more. “That’s it?”
“Don’t think I’m supposed to tell you the rest.” He spins the cake to me. He formed a realistic looking alien head in two seconds. “Watcha think?”
“Needs antennas.”
He grins, then draws antennas in the green frosting with his finger. Afterwards, he swipes frosting down my nose, then my cheek.
I smile back. “The blood of my people.”
He licks the frosting off my face, cupping my jaw. “Tastes unearthly.” He places a kiss back on my cheek, and my whole body is singing.
I have been transported to a happier place, and I really don’t want to leave. I don’t want him to leave. I can’t lose him. The urge swells powerfully inside of me.
His gaze flits around the bowling alley and he tenses more. Are we drawing attention from my therapist or security? With one glance backward, I spot my therapist’s pursed lips and disapproval as she grabs her purse to leave.
Why does she believe this is just a trauma bond? Because I have no memory of Donnelly.
I say more quietly, “My therapist doesn’t want me to be with you.”
“Seems like it.” He angles towards me, elbow on the table. “At least while you’re recovering, but we’re going S.L.O.W. There’s no pressure for you to recall anything about the past, alright?” He looks earnestly into me.
I frown more, just aggravated that she’s against him.
“She’s helping you,” Donnelly says. “She’s on your side, Luna.”
“But she’s not on ours.” I think harder. “Maybe it’s a bad idea to be public with my family and security. This would be easier if no one was involved.” No opinions. No naysayers.
“It’s too late now,” Donnelly says casually, sucking frosting off his thumb. “We’re in it to win it, sad alien.”
“Winning isn’t really in a Hale’s DNA,” I remind him in a quiet voice. I’ve heard it enough from my peers growing up. “You picked the wrong girl if you’re hoping to win anything.”
He eyes my bobbling silver antenna headband. “Good thing I’m with the right alien then.”
I smile over at him, my heart lifting.
Donnelly casts a glance to the left, then to me. “I got you something for your birthday. Been rethinking it…so I don’t have anything to give you right now.” Pain creases his forehead. “Sorry.”
“That’s okay.” I shrug. “I wasn’t expecting anything.”
He scratches the back of his head, and I can tell that’s not what he hoped to hear.
My stomach tightens. “What was it?” I ask.
“A sketch for a tattoo. Thought we could match. You can’t smile about it.”
I am smiling. “I wanna see it.”
“Maybe later,” he tells me. “I hate laters, but it’s probably better if we wait on it.”
If I had memories of him, he wouldn’t be saying that. Being stuck in slo-mo with Donnelly might not be my favorite setting. I’m really struggling not pushing a super speed button just to experience more. But that’s the problem. He’s ensuring I want to experience more with him.
I nod, understanding.
39
PAUL DONNELLY
I’m pissing in the alleyway outside the bowling alley—thanks to Epsilon acting like they own the fucking bathroom and saying, it’s full. It’s pathetic and about the only ammunition they have. I’m not letting them get to me.
Luna’s therapist, on the other hand…
My face is still hot. The interaction didn’t go so well. Been playing on repeat in my head.
Dr. Raven: Luna shouldn’t be worried about being in a relationship right now.
Me: She wants to be around me.
Dr. Raven: She’s only attached to you because of the trauma she’s experienced. She has no real memories of you.
Then she started prodding about my birthday gift. What’d you get her, Donnelly? I don’t consider the Fanaticon Convention tickets a birthday present anymore when Luna can’t remember me giving them to her, and I haven’t had much time to go shopping recently. Didn’t even have time to buy a new costume for her party. So I pulled out the one I wore on Halloween, which is what I wore when I kissed Luna for the first time.
Don’t think she recognized it.
The birthday gift, I put a lot of thought into, but I didn’t need to buy it. After me beating around the bush and her therapist digging in, I finally fessed up about sketching a matching tattoo. She said, Absolutely not. That’s too far. Lo was also in the shoe closet with us, and he wasn’t too elated either, to put it mildly.