Of all the Outworlders. Of all the freaking Outworlders in the world. It had to be this one.

The way those dark eyes of his narrowed I knew he was thinking the same exact thing. Then he did the most strangest thing. He smiled. A deceivingly sweet smile that emphasized his round cheeks and giving him a temporary appearance of an innocent boy.

The jawline and the memories from the night two weeks ago reminded me otherwise.

"Ah, so you're the human I'm assigned to. I would say it's nice to meet you but..." he smirked and leaned forward towards me. "I believe we've met before haven't we?"

The rave music pounds through my skull as I jump up and down with the crowd pressing all around me. I lost my friend who'd come with me sometime. But the alcohol we both drained before reaching the rave swims through my mind, making me careless.

I'm not the only drunk. I can smell the alcohol on everyone's breaths around me and people are swinging and jumping unsteadily on their feet. Some people look so out of it that if it isn't for the crowds pressing in all around they'd be on the floor by now.

I finally begin moving through the throng of people. My eyes search, though I don't know who or what I'm searching for. Maybe my friend? Maybe someone else?

That's when I first notice the group. There are maybe about ten or so of them hanging on the outskirts of the packed crowd. Even in my drunken state I can tell exactly who they are. Or rather, what they are. The glowing Marks across their skin is a dead give away. Also the fact that one of them is freely morphing between a human and a bird further confirms my suspicions.

Aliens.

I giggle a little. I don't know why. Maybe it's because just earlier that day my parents had been arguing. The topic? Aliens. Outworlders. As usual. They've been arguing more about the extraterrestrials since I'm going to be living with one soon enough.

Today they were arguing on whether to send me with some sort of weapon or self-defense taser to the Sharehouse. My dad was arguing it was unnecessary and might even insult the Outworlder, jeopardizing my safety even more. My mom fired back that it was better safe than sorry.

"They're too dangerous," Mom snapped. "People need to see that!"

Dangerous.

Another giggle works up my throat as I watch the one Outworlder transform from human back into a silver bird. Maybe a parrot? He's just having fun. They all are just having fun. Not dangerous at all.

Before I know it I'm staggering right up to the group.

The one morphing into a bird turns back into human and watches me with wide, intrigued eyes. "Can we help you?"

This Outworlder has lovely silver hair with equally silvery marks that creep up his neck and spirals across his bare hands. The long sleeve jacket and jeans he wears hides the rest of his Marks that signal he is not a human. His eyes are beautifully elongated with soft-looking eyelids that puff out a little, giving him an innocent aura. But the intensity of his dark eyes easily counter the softness.

Still. Those eyelids look like it'd be nice to touch. See if they are as fluffy as they appear.

The extraterrestrials around him part easily and let me swagger up to him. Vaguely I can tell I'm goofily smiling at him. He's smiling back with both confusion and amusement as I halt just a couple inches away.

"You're cute," I giggle.

His brows rise on his bold forehead. "Thank you. You're drunk."

"I know that," I reply cheerfully. I lean up to him until our noses brushed. He doesn't pull back. His eyes never leave mine. Then I reach up and experimentally run a finger along his eyelid. "Soft. Just as I expected."

He blinks rapidly under my touch, still not shying away. "I'm glad I met your expectations."

"Polite too." I sigh.

My parents are wrong. I don't need to be worried around them.

"You guys aren't dangerous," I sing. My hand travels down from his eyelid, following just above a single silver tendril that extends from his neck and curls along his cheekbone. He flinches but I hardly notice. Instead, my eyes land on his softly rounded cheeks. I pinch them. "You're harmless."

Distantly I hear snickers break out behind me. I frown. I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm just speaking my mind. I start to turn around to face the people snickering behind me.

The alien's hand flies out though and catches my chin, preventing me from looking away. "You think I'm harmless?" He hums, long lashes brushing his cheeks as he slowly blinks.

I pinch his cheek again. "You're squishy."

A smirk creeps across his lips. Ooh. I hadn't looked at his lips yet. How could I have missed them? They're so plump and seem to glitter under the lights. Like he'd put gloss on them. I want to touch.

I make a move to poke his lips next, but his other hand snaps up and catches my wrist.

"You want to feel me that bad, darling?" He croons.

I pout. "You guys don't belong here on Earth. You guys are from outer space. Like... like E.T.!"

"Jimin she's so wasted." Someone pipes up behind me. "Just leave her alone."

The Outworlder before me exhales. His breath tickles my face and I think I catch a hint of cherry. Maybe his cherry lipgloss? I like cherries.

"If I leave her alone who knows what creeps might try and take advantage of her situation," he answers his companion behind me.

Yes. I can definitely smell cherries. My smile widens. I want to know if his lips tasted as good as they smelled.

So without further ado, I lean forward and plant a sloppy kiss on his lips. I feel him stiffen. Perfect. He isn't wriggling around. So I drag my tongue sloppily across his plush lip.

Instead of cherries though a thin layer of bland chalky taste coat my tongue. Gross. Why did I think lipgloss would taste good?

I pull back wrinkling my nose and trying to wipe off my tongue. I can hear the Outworlders around me erupting into laughter and yelling over each other, hooting.

The silver Outworlder releases me, dragging the back of his hand over his own lips. For a moment his eyes look scary. He looks mad. The silver marks along his skin flare brightly. But then his expression is smooth as ever, his Marks softly glowing once more.

He catches my shoulders as I back away from him. He pulls me right against his chest. "That's not the right way to use tongue, darling," he murmurs.

"You taste yucky."

I think he chuckles. "Should I teach you the right way to use tongue?"

Then everything goes black.

My hand flew to my mouth as the memories from two weeks ago crashed over me. Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god. My cheeks burned into a lovely shade of humiliation.

The silver-haired Outworlder threw his head back as laughter seized him. The silver marks across his skin brightened for a moment, as if reflecting his mood. He ran a hand through his hair, gazing back at me. "Oh we're going to have so much fun, partner."

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