Chosen by the Alien Above Part 5: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance Serial Read Free Page A

playfulness that marked all his conversations.
    I coughed and and the bubble popped, spraying out a fine mist of saliva.
    “You don’t have any clothes on, Mr. Sinclair.”
    I had control of my voice again, mostly. That was refreshing. My eyes weren’t so cooperative.
    “As much as I’d like to remain in this state in your presence, now is not the time.”
    Now could be the time.
    What was the problem with now? Why did everybody hate on now, forever reaching over it for a better future that most often turned out to be no different than now?
    Now was just fine in my books.
    His skin shimmered. Warbling waves crawled across the surface. The dull gray of his skin suit dissolved into being. A clear outline remained of the bulge between his legs. It was impressive, but it no longer held hypnotic power.
    I met Noah's eyes.
    He bit his lip. His gorgeous lips. You couldn't refer to his lips without adding gorgeous. It was like the words were inseparable. With most lips, you could just say the one word and go on with your life. His required you to pause and then offer up the two. I could spend an eternity of words on them.
    “Noah,” Cosmo’s voice echoed through the air, “the alien entity emerged and assumed control of your body. It was intent upon mating with Ms. Gabarro.”
    Noah dropped his head and closed his eyes. He shook his head. “I need to explain some things, about what's going on here.”
    “Ya think? You haven't been straight with me from the first email. You're lucky I don't call the authorities and have you locked up.”
    In all honesty, I had no idea how to contact the authorities because I was pretty sure I was out of mobile range. And even if I could get through, it's not like they could send a squad car over to his house.”
    He was a power until himself up here, 300 miles above the surface. I never thought about it that way before. He was clearly much bigger and stronger than I was. Still, I did have one weapon that had already proved effective. I just didn't want to use it again. Not if I didn’t have to.
    “I’m sorry, Ms. Gabarro. I haven't been totally honest with you. The truth you must know is that I can't trust myself. I don't know if I'm in control or if it is.”
    “Hold up. Stop right there. What is it ?”
    “It is my disease. Was my cure. I don't know that much about it because I can't identify it by any conventional means. It appears to be a resident collective of organized thought.”
    “What the hell does that mean?”
    “It's a mind, Ms. Gabarro. An electromagnetic consciousness with ambitions of its own.”
    “Why didn't you tell me this before? This is pretty fucking important information to have when considering rocketing up to meet a stranger in a space station.”
    “I wanted to. I couldn't. The being inside me grows stronger. For years I thought I was crazy. For a while now, I've understood that I am.”
    “You're crazy?”
    “Not crazy in the conventional sense, no. But insane yes, in that I have two psyches residing within my body, warring for supremacy. Eventually, I realized the being emerged when I fell asleep. It used the weakness of sleep to subsume my personality. To control my body like a puppeteer.”
    I was in a pretty shitty dilemma. I wanted to believe him because every fiber in my being knew that it wasn't him that attacked me. At the same time, accepting it as truth meant excepting the existence of an alien species. One made of only thought and intention. One that could possess a human’s body.
    That didn’t sound appealing in the least. Shitty dilemma was wiping it cleaner than it deserved.
    As my mind chewed on that nugget of unwelcome news, I realized I was still naked. Totally in the buff in front of the man I longed for more than any other.
    “Can you turn around?”
    “I was hoping you wouldn’t notice,” he said with a grin. His eyes swept over my exposed skin.
    “Now.”
    “Of course, Ms. Gabarro.”
    He turned his back to me and I had my