mingled together as they both completely lost track of where they were was enough to make her feel crazy with happiness. He'd held her so gently after pulling away, and his eyes were bright and sparkling. When he did sit back away from her she felt colder, and all she wanted to do was fill that void with something, so they started to talk.
She went over the information she had learned from her alien boyfriend about Daxian romance. She recalled him telling her that he didn't have nipples because mammalian creatures were exclusive to Earth. He'd teasingly told her that just because he didn't have them wouldn't mean he couldn't make her feel good and her heart skipped a beat.
"Where are you sensitive then?" she'd asked sparking a conversation about the sexual sensitivity of humans and Daxians.
He'd described his people's hair as being sensitive like nerves since they were used to read chemical changes in the air to help his species stay alert in the darkness of their planet. This made the silken fibers sensitive to touch, but not in a painful way, rather, contact with the hair was pleasurable and was an intense part of their romantic practices. He'd grabbed her hand and moved it into his white locks, inviting her to test out his statement. It was soft like down and warm to the touch. She ran her fingers along his cheek and into his hairline, brushing them from the root of the strands to the ends.
"Like that?" she'd asked, noticing Egrix had closed his eyes. When he looked at her, his gaze had darkened so that his irises turned a cool golden color and his cheeks were flushed yellow.
"Yeah." His husky voice had resonated in her chest. "That felt really good."
He'd gone on to mention that Daxians only had hair on their head, unlike humans who had a layer that covered their whole body, since his race didn't need it for warmth or protection. She realized, as she drove, that this meant he didn't have pubic hair, and the naked polaroid she had taken of him popped into her head, causing her face to turn crimson as she pulled onto her parents' road.
In return for his lesson, Cara had shared truths about human sexual experiences. Despite the nature of the conversation, the tone had been casual as the two made an effort to find compatibility between their species and their individual preferences. Cara finally arrived home, her head still spinning as she thought about Egrix. Sitting in her car as she tried to come to terms with all of the events of the day, but this just turned her face red with desire and embarrassment. Instead, she tried desperately to cool off from her romantic thoughts with no luck as Egrix's face played in her mind.
A knock on her window made her jump almost hitting her head on the roof of her Jeep. She looked through the glass beside her into her dad's confused face, breaking her from her reverie. She rushed to gather her things and get out of her car to greet her dad, not knowing how long he'd been watching her lost in thought.
"Hey, Dad," she said, feeling a bit like she did as a teenager when she was caught sneaking out.
"Welcome back, Cara Bear," he responded, the small grin on his face lit by the lamps hanging outside of the garage, "is everything alright?"
The light had faded by the time she'd arrived home and her dad was perplexed by her late arrival and her absentmindedness as she sat in the car.
"Yeah, just got lost in my own head for a minute." She laughed it off, hoping that would be enough to convince her dad.
He shrugged, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and walking them inside. Her mom stood just inside the door of the living room when they walked in. She heard the front door and turned over her shoulder to see them coming in.
"Cara! You're home. It was a late one tonight, huh?" Her mother's smile pulled the wrinkles next to her eyes together.
"Yeah," Cara responded awkwardly, not liking the feeling of lying to her parents when she realized she hadn't taken any pictures today. "I developed some prints this morning before I went out."
Her parent's faces lit up as usual. She left them to wait in the dining room as she took her equipment to her room before gathering the finished photographs. Despite her calm demeanor in front of them, she