Fallen + Marli & Lalo (Fallen Invasion, #3) Read Free

keep his eyes on me instead.
    Even though Lalo remained harmless, I imagined living in some apartments, there in Millsee, rather than being forced to rent out a one bedroom home.  I never would have met the alien, and if I did, at least my next door neighbors would have run to my aid.  But no.  I lived alone.  The closest person to me was Kallen across the field, about a three minute walk away.
    I thought this type of stuff—aliens—interested you though so why are you scared?
    Remembering my ramblings about charming Lalo, I smiled at him.  He did the same.  I gave thought to closing my door, but I needed to check on him every few seconds to make sure he didn’t move.  Make sure he wasn’t going to attack.
    I whirled around and took two quick steps to switch on the light.  I added a couple more steps to my left and I slid my closet door open with speed but as little noise as possible.  Keeping quiet and being unintimidating was number one on my list.  I wasn’t sure if loud noises would frighten Lalo or make him anxious for action. 
    I shot my eyes back and forth across the clothes. Hurry!  What could he wear?  Nothing in that closet.  Oh! What?  My gym clothes.  They were in the drawer on the other side of my room, across the doorway.
    Tiptoeing across, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lalo still focused on something in my direction.  At least he stayed where he was.  I was thankful for that.  He could have decided to give me more problems.  Problems that I didn’t know how to deal with. 
    I slid open the third old oak drawer of my dresser and rummaged around.  The first thing I found were some oversized sweat pants.  Thanks me from the past who bought oversized clothing!   Sifting through the rest of the drawer gave me a free T-shirt that I had scored from a college science conference.  It was, or would have to be, the perfect match.  Underneath that shirt I found a few more.
    Although the shirts were free and too spacious for me to wear, they had become my pajama tops.  They also became the punchline for teasing about me and my frugalness.  Well, it saved me money back then and it was going to deliver me from having a naked alien sit around my house.  Maybe that’s why he wasn’t talking.  He was trying to decipher why this human was making him stay naked and cold.
    Happy with my discovery, I closed the drawer and wandered back towards my door, back to Lalo. Before I actually saw where I was going, I ran into something warm. 
    A scream soared from me, aiding me to jump backwards, halfway across my room, only to end up falling to the floor.  He finally moved!  Lalo had been standing in the doorway inspecting me when I walked into him.
    Lalo rushed to bend down and pull me back up to my feet.  It wasn’t like I was light to lift, but the effort he used to lift me was as if he found a piece of paper on the ground.  It made me curious. 
    Was extra human strength a feature of all of his kind, or was he simply one of the stronger ones?  The fact also reminded me to not get on his bad side.  He wasn’t human.  And I couldn’t be sure that battling females was frowned upon by his kind.  With that type of strength he could be unstoppable.  What if I was staring at the destructor of human kind who was simply curious to see how a female human would react to him?
    What am I doing?  My mind had been constant in its part torturing me with possible fears, part racing to solve issues dealing with Lalo that giving him a bath never crossed my mind. 
    The black soot from the meteorite hadn’t magically washed away.  He was covered in it.  And so was my bar stool.  He probably destroyed my carpet too.  The image of my tub being covered in black began to occupy my mind. 
    Well, I couldn’t deprive him of a bath.  Not offer him the peacefulness of being clean.  Tomorrow, I’d get some cleaner from the store to wash all the soot away.  But would man-made cleaning agents work on