are worth fighting."
I smile wide and plant a kiss on his cheek. He takes hold of me and kisses me deeper.
We break the kiss and look into each other's eyes. His eyes are still as striking as that first time I saw him, but now there's history and family between us. Still, I feel a fire in my veins every time I look at my husband, and I know that fire will never die down for as long as we live.
THE END
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Sneak Peek of Alien’s Primal Bond
One
Ellie
“Is it just me, or is that guy staring at you?” Natasha asks me.
I sip at my coffee and risk a look back up at him.
He’s tall. He’s built. He’d look really good if he were sitting with some of his friends and laughing. He’s not doing that though. He’s sitting alone and staring right at me, almost unblinking. His eyes are an otherworldly green, like a polished turquoise gem.
“What guy?” I ask deadpan.
Natasha laughs through her nose. “He’s kind of hot though. If you’re into the intense I’m going to kidnap and murder you type.”
“Please, Natasha, don’t scare the shit out of me. He’s doing a good enough job of it already.”
I like coming to coffeeshops like this to get work done, but between Natasha distracting me and Creepy McMurdereyes having a one-sided staring contest with me, I’m not getting anything done at all.
Natasha looks over her shoulder at him. He doesn’t look away from me even as she stares right at him.
“I should say something to him,” she says.
I grab her wrist before she can stand. “Please, don’t.”
“Why not?”
“What if he comes up and talks to us? Or you make him mad and he...does something?”
He’s not just tall and built. Something about the way he looks makes me think he’s dangerous. He’s wearing a tight shirt that hugs his muscles, but they aren’t the kind of muscles you get from just going to the gym. They look like the kind of muscles you get from fighting people. Or maybe from dragging innocent women up several flights of stairs into dark attics.
“I’m going to do something,” I say.
“You just told me not to!”
“Let’s see what he does when I return the favor.”
“Don’t, Ellie!” Natasha hisses.
I make a big show of grabbing my chair and turning it so that I’m facing him. I look right up at him and stare him down. I decide to see how long I can go without blinking. If he has any shame, he’ll turn away from me. Maybe he’ll even just leave the coffee shop.
Five seconds. Ten seconds. Fifteen seconds pass. He’s still staring me down. I wait another fifteen, counting slowly down in my head. He blinks once, but doesn’t break his gaze.
I reach zero and shake my head at him, throwing my hands up in the air in confusion. Who stares like this? What is his fucking problem?
He meets my exasperated head-shaking with a smirk. It’s barely visible, but definitely there. He nods his head slightly, as if confirming to me that he is indeed smirking at me.
I give him the finger.
A woman at a nearby table gives me a dirty look, but I ignore her. I wag my middle finger at the creep and bite my lip at him. He tilts his head at me with furrowed brows as if he’s never before in his life been given the finger.
He brings his own hand up, and his fingers twitch. It looks like he’s trying to raise his middle finger, but struggling with it. He uses his other hands to force his other fingers down, and once his middle finger is up, he sticks it up at me. He smiles and waves it around just like I did. There’s no malice in his expression though. He’s giving me the finger as if it