by Sadie Carter
“Not sure what’s so funny about having an itchy nose,” she told him. Although she couldn’t really be insulted. Watching him laugh had been beautiful.
“There is nothing funny about it. Where does it itch?”
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Are my friends here? Do they know I’m awake?” Right now, she needed them. She also needed to get rid of Racar. She wasn’t quite sure why he was even here. She thought he only did research now.
“They are close by,” he told her. “Where does your nose itch? I will help you.”
“No, you won’t. Can you go get them?”
“Not yet. You need more rest. You can see them later.”
“I want to see them now,” she demanded.
“Tell me where the itch is.” He reached out with two fingers, and started rubbing them over her nose. He scratched at her nose until she thought he was going to tear her skin right off.
“Enough! Please,” she begged, moving her head to the side. If he became any more enthusiastic, she wasn’t going to have any nose left.
“I got the itch?” He looked inordinately pleased with himself. These guys were so weird. Why was he so happy over taking care of an itch for her?
“Yeah, you got it. Well done. I want to see my friends. Now.”
“No.”
That was all he said. Just no. No other explanation, no nothing. Ellie stared up at him. He reached out and brushed her hair off her face. His touch was surprisingly gentle and a soft pulse of awareness ran across her skin. What was that? Obviously, some weird reaction.
Worm excretion. Great. Why couldn’t she be allergic to something sexy? Like…moonlight. That would be better, right? Sorry, hunky alien dude, I can’t meet you out by the light of the moon because I’ll break into hives.
Okay, scrap that. Nothing was sexy about allergies.
“What do you mean, no? You can’t just say no. You said they’re here. Go get them.”
“No.”
