Taken by the Alien Next Door (Aliens Among Us #1) - Tiffany Roberts Page 0,107

to his lips. “It’s fine. I’m not dying.”

A corner of his mouth tilted up. “Good. You’re not allowed to.”

Tabitha smiled and pulled away. This time he let her go. She slipped from the bed, aware of every muscle that had been worked last night—and especially aware of the tenderness between her legs. As she walked to the bathroom, she could feel Zevris’s gaze on her naked body as though it were a physical thing. If he were any other person, she would have been embarrassed, would have sought to cover herself up, but he’d shown her plenty how much he desired her. All of her.

When she reached the bathroom doorway, a thought occurred to her. She cringed and glanced back at him. “But you miiiiight want to check on Dexter. He hasn’t been out since we left for dinner last night.”

Zevris’s expression fell. “Svesh.”

He rolled out of bed so fast his legs got tangled in the blanket and he dropped to the floor. He released a longer stream of alien words that Tabitha assumed were all curses. As he stood up and angrily kicked at the bedding that had tripped him, tail flicking erratically in agitation, Tabitha couldn’t help but admire the view of his toned ass—even as she covered her mouth to hide her silent laughter.

She slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, her need to pee becoming unbearable.

After she relieved herself, she took a quick shower and brushed her teeth. It was only as she rinsed out her mouth that she glanced up at her reflection and noticed the glimmer in her eyes. Brow creasing, she leaned closer to the mirror. Her breath hitched.

Streaked within the green of her irises were strands of faintly glowing blue. She turned her head from side-to-side. The blue flickered as her eyes moved in and out of the direct light, but it was so soft either way that it was barely noticeable unless she was actually looking for it.

Was this…part of the bond? Zevris had never told her that there would be physical evidence of it. She touched the outer corner of her eye.

“I guess if anyone asks, I can say I’m wearing contacts.”

It was such a strange thing, but she…liked it. The change was pretty, like she had glitter in her eyes, but more than that, it was proof of her bond with her mate.

My mate.

I have a mate!

Grinning, Tabitha stepped out of the bathroom and got dressed.

She snatched the blankets off the floor and laid them on the bed. As she was about to leave the room, something caught her attention on the nightstand. For a moment, what she was seeing didn’t register; she had to do a double take to be sure that it was real.

Her cell phone was lying on Zevris’s nightstand.

Tabitha’s eyes flared. It’d been over a week since she’d last had her phone.

She picked it up and tapped the screen, expecting it to be dead, but the time and date appeared. The phone was nearly fully charged. With a smile, she put in her passcode, and her phone unlocked. There was a single missed text.

Strange. I would’ve expected more by now.

She clicked on the message icon.

Sooooo, how did the date go? Did you get your sexy thang on? You did have sex, right? Give me the deets! Mia had written.

How did she…?

Tabitha scrolled up, and her smiled dropped. There were whole conversations between Tabitha and Mia that had taken place throughout the week.

“Are you serious?”

She wasn’t surprised that Zevris had a way to bypass her passcode—the man was an alien with super crazy techy stuff. But this…

Tabitha growled. She stalked out of the bedroom and hurried downstairs. She heard Dexter barking from the back yard, and made her way to the back door, slid it open, and stepped outside.

Dexter was running circles in the grass, keeping within the borders made by the low concrete curbing around Zevris’s planting beds, his tongue lolling happily. But Tabitha’s gaze only lingered briefly on the dog.

Zevris was standing at the edge of the patio, and he turned to face Tabitha as she shut the door. He was in his human disguise, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans, low-slung around his hips, granting her full view of his golden, sculpted muscles in the morning light. His hair was disheveled, and his jaw was shadowed with stubble. His lips curled into a smile that made Tabitha’s knees weak.

He met her gaze; his eyes were bright despite the hologram