The floor shivered to solidity. The surface clean as ever.
It was impossible. Nobody healed like that. Either I was still in the dream or I had awakened into a nightmare.
What did Cosmo say? He was saying something. Granted, his words weren't the focus of my attention but it felt like something important.
“Cosmo?”
“Yes, Ms. Gabarro?”
“What did you say earlier?”
“I apologize, Ms. Gabarro. I attempted to inform Noah that the ice cream wasn't suitable for optimal consumption.”
Lord, please strike this imbecile between the hard disks!
“Not the fucking ice cream,Cosmo! Too far back. I'm talking about just now. A few minutes ago. Repeat what you said then.”
I swore if he said some inane thing like if I snored in my sleep—I knew I sometimes did—I would personally blow this whole friggin station to smithereens.
“Alien entity, you do not have consent to exercise corporeal control of the consciousness that is Noah Sinclair. I insist you release him immediately.”
I considered for a moment and ended up no wiser for it.
“Cosmo, what am I missing?”
“There is an 87.462% probability that you miss Earth and the familiarity of the your environment there.”
A terminator-esque future was seriously nothing we needed to worry about.
I was about to try to rephrase the question when Noah's body moved. It was strange to think of it in those terms, as his body moved instead of he moved. But the neon inferno in his eyes combined with what I’d just heard made it entirely appropriate.
Something didn’t fit. I didn’t know if the thing moving before me was Noah.
His hand raised and pinched the bridge of his nose. His eyes clamped tighter like he didn’t want to wake up.
I knew any second that inhuman, electric yellow would find me again. Would attack me again. I bent my knees and got ready to crack him again if it was needed.
GRREAARRRAAHHH.
Oh no! Astro sensed danger. Sensed the alien or whatever taking over Noah's body. Noah's hand dropped and his eyes opened.
What I saw in them shattered my mind.
It was the same sweet amber, kissed by sunlight that I’d seen upon meeting him. They were the same eyes that spoke to me with words no brain could understand. I stepped forward to help him and jumped back as Astro gnashed the empty air where my calf had just been.
That dog needed some serious obedience school.
“No Astro,” Noah said. His words came out quiet and raspy. Astro ducked her head and resumed begging for his attention.
“Noah, is that you?”
His eyes found mine and slowly focused. “Cora?” He scanned the room and then returned to me. “What am I doing here?”
“I was about to ask you the same question. Do you not remember busting into my room and trying to force me into sex?”
Grotesque horror played across his face.
“What?”
The alarmed tone of his voice cinched it for me. This was the real Noah. He didn't know what just happened. I didn't understand how it wasn’t him a minute ago, but it wasn’t.
I exhaled a breath that I didn’t realize I was holding. The tightness in my chest eased a little. Not enough.
The Noah of my dreams was still the Noah of my waking life.
CHAPTER FOUR
After another stern word to Astro, Noah reached for me. I wasn't afraid. I helped him up. It wasn't until he was standing that I remembered his lack of clothes. It wasn't until it was Noah again that it mattered.
My eyes dropped to the thick flesh between his legs. It hung like heavy rope. I wondered how it was possible to long for it so soon after fearing it.
He had that effect on me. He made me question everything I thought I knew.
A bubble the size of Texas croaked in my throat. I tried to swallow but it was as stubborn as a Texan too. I should’ve averted my eyes but I couldn't. His cock was the center of my expanding universe. My eyes two planets caught in the gravitational pull.
“Ms. Gabarro, my eyes are up here.” His words came out smoother and with a hint of the
It was impossible. Nobody healed like that. Either I was still in the dream or I had awakened into a nightmare.
What did Cosmo say? He was saying something. Granted, his words weren't the focus of my attention but it felt like something important.
“Cosmo?”
“Yes, Ms. Gabarro?”
“What did you say earlier?”
“I apologize, Ms. Gabarro. I attempted to inform Noah that the ice cream wasn't suitable for optimal consumption.”
Lord, please strike this imbecile between the hard disks!
“Not the fucking ice cream,Cosmo! Too far back. I'm talking about just now. A few minutes ago. Repeat what you said then.”
I swore if he said some inane thing like if I snored in my sleep—I knew I sometimes did—I would personally blow this whole friggin station to smithereens.
“Alien entity, you do not have consent to exercise corporeal control of the consciousness that is Noah Sinclair. I insist you release him immediately.”
I considered for a moment and ended up no wiser for it.
“Cosmo, what am I missing?”
“There is an 87.462% probability that you miss Earth and the familiarity of the your environment there.”
A terminator-esque future was seriously nothing we needed to worry about.
I was about to try to rephrase the question when Noah's body moved. It was strange to think of it in those terms, as his body moved instead of he moved. But the neon inferno in his eyes combined with what I’d just heard made it entirely appropriate.
Something didn’t fit. I didn’t know if the thing moving before me was Noah.
His hand raised and pinched the bridge of his nose. His eyes clamped tighter like he didn’t want to wake up.
I knew any second that inhuman, electric yellow would find me again. Would attack me again. I bent my knees and got ready to crack him again if it was needed.
GRREAARRRAAHHH.
Oh no! Astro sensed danger. Sensed the alien or whatever taking over Noah's body. Noah's hand dropped and his eyes opened.
What I saw in them shattered my mind.
It was the same sweet amber, kissed by sunlight that I’d seen upon meeting him. They were the same eyes that spoke to me with words no brain could understand. I stepped forward to help him and jumped back as Astro gnashed the empty air where my calf had just been.
That dog needed some serious obedience school.
“No Astro,” Noah said. His words came out quiet and raspy. Astro ducked her head and resumed begging for his attention.
“Noah, is that you?”
His eyes found mine and slowly focused. “Cora?” He scanned the room and then returned to me. “What am I doing here?”
“I was about to ask you the same question. Do you not remember busting into my room and trying to force me into sex?”
Grotesque horror played across his face.
“What?”
The alarmed tone of his voice cinched it for me. This was the real Noah. He didn't know what just happened. I didn't understand how it wasn’t him a minute ago, but it wasn’t.
I exhaled a breath that I didn’t realize I was holding. The tightness in my chest eased a little. Not enough.
The Noah of my dreams was still the Noah of my waking life.
CHAPTER FOUR
After another stern word to Astro, Noah reached for me. I wasn't afraid. I helped him up. It wasn't until he was standing that I remembered his lack of clothes. It wasn't until it was Noah again that it mattered.
My eyes dropped to the thick flesh between his legs. It hung like heavy rope. I wondered how it was possible to long for it so soon after fearing it.
He had that effect on me. He made me question everything I thought I knew.
A bubble the size of Texas croaked in my throat. I tried to swallow but it was as stubborn as a Texan too. I should’ve averted my eyes but I couldn't. His cock was the center of my expanding universe. My eyes two planets caught in the gravitational pull.
“Ms. Gabarro, my eyes are up here.” His words came out smoother and with a hint of the
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